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Updated: May 25, 2025
Windomshire, catching sight of the forlorn Anne, was about to assert himself vigorously in declining the invitation when a meaning look from the governess caused him to refrain. The look very plainly told him to accept. The unhappy couple followed the Van Truders to the nearby farmhouse.
Look at the cadaverous individual beside the con Heavens, Nell, isn't that by George, it is! It's old Mrs. Van Truder! Back there about half-way the fat one. See her? Good Lord!" Eleanor turned pale and the joyous light fled from her eyes. "Oh, dear! I forgot that the Van Truders spend all their summers at Omegon. And it is she and he, too. Oh, Joe, it's just awful!"
"She's the worst old cat in town," groaned Dauntless. "We can't escape her. She'll spot us, and she'll never let go of us. I don't mind him. He's so near-sighted he couldn't see us. But she!" "She will suspect, Joe she's sure to suspect, and she'll watch us like a hawk," whispered the distressed Eleanor. The Van Truders lived in the same block with the Thursdales in town.
Van Truder can't see them, you know." There was no way out of it. Joe and Anne meekly followed the Van Truders into the wobbly boat, resentment in their hearts, uncertainty in their minds. They rowed away, leaving Windomshire and Eleanor standing among the willows, ill at ease and troubled beyond expression.
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