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She
had
on
dainty
new
boots
of
bronze
kid
and
long
gloves
of
lavender
suede
.
In
her
ears
was
one
of
her
latest
affectations
,
a
pair
of
long
jet
earrings
.
The
old
Irishman
realized
on
this
occasion
,
when
he
saw
her
,
perhaps
more
clearly
than
he
ever
had
in
his
life
,
that
he
had
grown
a
bird
of
rare
plumage
.
"
Where
are
you
going
,
daughter
?
"
he
asked
,
with
a
rather
unsuccessful
attempt
to
conceal
his
fear
,
distress
,
and
smoldering
anger
.
"
To
the
library
,
"
she
said
easily
,
and
yet
with
a
sudden
realization
that
all
was
not
right
with
her
father
.
His
face
was
too
heavy
and
gray
.
He
looked
tired
and
gloomy
.
"
Come
up
to
my
office
a
minute
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
want
to
see
you
before
you
go
.
"
Aileen
heard
this
with
a
strange
feeling
of
curiosity
and
wonder
.
It
was
not
customary
for
her
father
to
want
to
see
her
in
his
office
just
when
she
was
going
out
;
and
his
manner
indicated
,
in
this
instance
,
that
the
exceptional
procedure
portended
a
strange
revelation
of
some
kind
.
Aileen
,
like
every
other
person
who
offends
against
a
rigid
convention
of
the
time
,
was
conscious
of
and
sensitive
to
the
possible
disastrous
results
which
would
follow
exposure
.
She
had
often
thought
about
what
her
family
would
think
if
they
knew
what
she
was
doing
;
she
had
never
been
able
to
satisfy
herself
in
her
mind
as
to
what
they
would
do
.
Her
father
was
a
very
vigorous
man
.
But
she
had
never
known
him
to
be
cruel
or
cold
in
his
attitude
toward
her
or
any
other
member
of
the
family
,
and
especially
not
toward
her
.
Always
he
seemed
too
fond
of
her
to
be
completely
alienated
by
anything
that
might
happen
;
yet
she
could
not
be
sure
.
Butler
led
the
way
,
planting
his
big
feet
solemnly
on
the
steps
as
he
went
up
.
Aileen
followed
with
a
single
glance
at
herself
in
the
tall
pier-mirror
which
stood
in
the
hall
,
realizing
at
once
how
charming
she
looked
and
how
uncertain
she
was
feeling
about
what
was
to
follow
.
What
could
her
father
want
?
It
made
the
color
leave
her
cheeks
for
the
moment
,
as
she
thought
what
he
might
want
.
Butler
strolled
into
his
stuffy
room
and
sat
down
in
the
big
leather
chair
,
disproportioned
to
everything
else
in
the
chamber
,
but
which
,
nevertheless
,
accompanied
his
desk
.
Before
him
,
against
the
light
,
was
the
visitor
's
chair
,
in
which
he
liked
to
have
those
sit
whose
faces
he
was
anxious
to
study
.
When
Aileen
entered
he
motioned
her
to
it
,
which
was
also
ominous
to
her
,
and
said
,
"
Sit
down
there
.
"
She
took
the
seat
,
not
knowing
what
to
make
of
his
procedure
.
On
the
instant
her
promise
to
Cowperwood
to
deny
everything
,
whatever
happened
,
came
back
to
her
.
If
her
father
was
about
to
attack
her
on
that
score
,
he
would
get
no
satisfaction
,
she
thought
.
She
owed
it
to
Frank
.
Her
pretty
face
strengthened
and
hardened
on
the
instant
.
Her
small
,
white
teeth
set
themselves
in
two
even
rows
;
and
her
father
saw
quite
plainly
that
she
was
consciously
bracing
herself
for
an
attack
of
some
kind
.
He
feared
by
this
that
she
was
guilty
,
and
he
was
all
the
more
distressed
,
ashamed
,
outraged
,
made
wholly
unhappy
.
He
fumbled
in
the
left-hand
pocket
of
his
coat
and
drew
forth
from
among
the
various
papers
the
fatal
communication
so
cheap
in
its
physical
texture
.
His
big
fingers
fumbled
almost
tremulously
as
he
fished
the
letter-sheet
out
of
the
small
envelope
and
unfolded
it
without
saying
a
word
.
Aileen
watched
his
face
and
his
hands
,
wondering
what
it
could
be
that
he
had
here
.
He
handed
the
paper
over
,
small
in
his
big
fist
,
and
said
,
"
Read
that
.
"
