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"Then it's my mother that did it," Arthur broke out. "Did my mother
send that poor child away?"
"I repeat I know nothing about it, sir," the elder said testily.
"Let's change the subject, if you please."
"I'll never forgive the person who did it," said Arthur, bouncing up
and seizing his hat.
The major cried out, "Stop, Arthur, for God's sake, stop;" but before
he had uttered his sentence Arthur had rushed out of the room, and at
the next minute the major saw him striding rapidly down the street
that led toward his home.
"Get breakfast!" said the old fellow to Morgan, and he wagged his head
and sighed as he looked out of the window. "Poor Helen--poor soul!
There'll be a row. I knew there would: and begad all the fat's in
the fire."
When Pen reached home he only found Warrington in the ladies'
drawing-room, waiting their arrival in order to conduct them to the
room where the little English colony at Rosenbad held their Sunday
church. Helen and Laura had not appeared as yet; the former was
ailing, and her daughter was with her.


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