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Anyhow, he went into Crossjay's room this morning, woke him up and talked to him, and set the lad crying, and what with one thing and another Crossjay got a berry in his throat, as he calls it, and poured out everything he knew and all he had done. I needn't tell you the consequence. He has ruined himself here for good, so I must take him." Vernon glanced at Clara. "You must indeed," said she.
Willoughby left the room and came back with the key of Crossjay's door in his pocket. He foresaw that the delinquent might be of service to him. Laetitia and Clara sang together. Laetitia was flushed, Clara pale. At eleven they saluted the ladies Eleanor and Isabel. Willoughby said "Good-night" to each of them, contrasting as he did so the downcast look of Laetitia with Clara's frigid directness.
"Have you seen Miss Dale, Mr. Whitford?" said Clara. He answered, "No. Something has shocked her." "Is it her feeling for Crossjay?" "Ah!" Vernon said to Willoughby, "your pocketing of the key of Crossjay's bedroom door was a master-stroke!" The celestial irony suffused her, and she bathed and swam in it, on hearing its dupe reply: "My methods of discipline are short.
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