Chapter VII MISS PELLISSIER’S SUSPICIONS “Anna!” Anna kissed her sister and nodded to her aunt. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay. He shook his head. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. ” “You gave it him well. She’d have thrown this thing if you hadn’t stopped her. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her.
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