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W
hen I
got back that night Annie was waiting to tell me that Tom had turned Susan out. He had put the worst construction on her staying out all night, after the words she had spoken to him during their quarrel in the garden the evening before, so Susan had upped and packed her traps and had wished him goodbye for ever.
I said, “The damned young fool! What’s she messing at! She was in the wrong. She should have begged his pardon. He keeps her, after all.”
Annie shook her head, “Come now, lad,” she said. “She’s your sister, made of the same flesh and blood. Would you have begged his pardon even if he was in the right?”
I said, “Well anyway she has as much right to a home there as anyone. He can’t turn her out like that. Where is she, I’ll talk to her!” For what with tiredness and o
