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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"The Voice in the Fog"


He was on his feet quickly. "Miss Killigrew, I apologize for my
unwarranted rudeness. I did not mean it as you thought I did"--which
would have made any other woman furious.
"I know it," said Kitty to herself. "You wanted an excuse to run away.
All my conjectures are true. I believe I have you, Mr. Thomas, right
in the hollow of my hand." To Thomas, however, she was a presentiment
of cold and silent indignation.
He blundered on. "You have all been so kind to me . . . I am sorry.
I am also quite ready to stay or go, whichever you say."
"We shall say no more about it," she replied coldly; turned on her trim
little heels and went out into the rose gardens, where she found fault
with the head gardener; and on to the stables, where she rated the head
groom for not exercising her favorite mount; and back to the villa,
where she upset the cook by ordering a hearty breakfast which she could
not eat; and all the time striving to smother her generous impulses and
the queer little thrills which stirred in her heart.
Guests began to arrive a little before luncheon.


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