“You doubted me?” She joked. " "Make good your assertions," cried Trenchard, furiously, "or——" "To the proof," interrupted the stranger, calmly. “Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. They did not speak until he had driven past town limits and were on the highway. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. McClintock was amused. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck.
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