"That ought to be good for him. Take it in, Kate."
"I shall. Dan, what has Joan done?"
"She went in there. I told her to leave him alone."
"But she says he asked her to come in--said he would take the blame."
"I told her not to go."
"Poor baby! She's outside, now, weeping her eyes out on Bart's shoulder and
he's trying to comfort her."
It was purer English than Vic was accustomed to hear even from his
schoolmistress, but more than the words, the voice surprised him, the low,
controlled voice of a woman of gentle blood. He turned his head and looked
out the window, baffled. Far above, shooting out of sight, went the slope
of a mountain, a cliff shining in the slant sun of the afternoon here, a
tumbled slide of rocks and debris there, and over the shoulder of this
mountain he saw white-headed monsters stepping back in range beyond range.
Why should a girl of refinement choose the isolation of such a place as
this for her home? It was not the only strange thing about this household,
however, and he would dismiss conjectures until he was once more on his
feet.
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