Tell Jimpson!
Tell Caroline! Unpack my things."
"But, Daddy, wait! He is probably out at the coast by this time.
Besides, he hasn't written or sent any word. How do we know that...
that he wants to come back?" "He'll try it all right. I saw how things
were going. I saw how he looked at you. The impudent young hound!"
"Daddy! Please don't! You don't know him. He will explain everything
when he writes, I know he will!"
"But he won't write! He won't have the face to. The idea of his going
straight off from my girl, and getting mixed up in a scrape like this!
You've got to promise me never to speak to the young scoundrel again!"
"But if he explains?"
"Why hasn't he done so? Because he can't. Besides, I don't want him
to. We are through with him from now on. Promise me never to have
anything more to do with him."
She hesitated, and the Colonel began to fling the things out of his
bag in great agitation.
"Please, Squire Daddy!" She caught his hands, and looked at him, and
something in her pleading eyes and quivering lips was so reminiscent
of another face he had loved, that he broke down completely and had to
have recourse to one of his four clean handkerchiefs that were still
in the bag.
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