"
"Go?" Mr. Hungerford looked at her. "Go?" he repeated.
"Yes. I give you this opportunity. There will not be another. Go to your
room, change your clothes, pack your trunk, and go--now, to-night."
"What do you mean? That I am to go--and not come back?"
"Yes."
"But, Gertrude--Gertie--"
"Don't call me that. Don't DARE to speak to me in that tone. Go--now."
"But, Ger--Miss Dott, I--I--don't you see it was all a mistake? I--"
"Stop! I am trying very hard to keep my temper. We have had scenes
enough to-night. My mother is ill and she must not be disturbed again.
If you do not go to your room and pack and leave at once, I shall call
Mr. Ginn and have you put out, just as you are. I am giving you that
opportunity. You had better avail yourself of it. I mean what I say."
She looked as if she did. Cousin Percy evidently thought so. His
humbleness disappeared.
"So?" he snarled angrily. "So that's it, eh? What do you think I am?"
Gertrude's eyes flashed. She bit her lip. When she spoke it was with
deliberate distinctness.
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