‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. It was his turn to express astonishment. The well of tears in her eyes was dry. ‘Come, cry a truce. ’ At a quarter past eleven I returned here with this gentleman, Mr. ” She laughed. ” “Straight?” “Not a bit of it! He’s been out after eight per cent. ‘The truth is, Everett,’ she said brightly, limping up to the general and tucking a hand in his arm, ‘that the girl is you all over again. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched.
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