Is it good-by, Annette?
Must I be taking the word to your father that you've left him now and for always?
Yes?
Then a shake of the hand for old times' sake." Annette slipped a cold little hand into his free one, and feeling the solid grasp of his broad palm, she clung to it as a drowning man clings to a spar.
"I can't go!" she cried, in a burst of tears.

"I can't leave dad this way! Make him take me b-back, Sandy! I want to go home!" Carter stood very still and white.

His thin body was trembling from head to foot, and the veins stood out on his forehead like whip-cord.
He clenched his hands in an effort to control himself.

At Annette's words he stepped aside with elaborate courtesy.
"You are at perfect liberty to go with Mr.Kilday.All I ask is that he will meet me as soon as we get back to town." "I can't go b-back on the train!" cried Annette, with a glance at her bags and boxes.

"Every one would suspect something if I did.