I never could forget that man. I
shudder now when I think of it."
"Hush, Janet."
"But it wasn't your fault, of course, you are so young and inexperienced.
Now, as for me, I can see through a man in an instant; its a sort of
intuition that some women possess, thus making them wiser than their
companions. I always expected to hear something bad of that love of
yours."
Rose came to her feet.
"Now, coz, don't get your back up"--But Rose Alstine paid no heed to the
injunction of her tormenting cousin; she rushed from the room, and,
speeding up stairs, locked herself in her own cozy chamber, there to
combat her grief as best she could.
She did not descend until a late hour in the evening, and even then there
were ominous red lines about her eyes, indicating that she had been
weeping.
A jingle at the door-bell sent one of the servants to answer it.
A dog rushed in, followed by a man, who had a string in his hand, one end
fastened to the dog's collar. On his back--the dog's--was strapped a tin
box.
"Excuse me, Miss, but I'd like to see the Mistress," said the man, whose
red hair and beard, and eye covered with a black patch, made him rather a
disgusting object to look upon.
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