Pembroke - A Novel by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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"I can't imagine how it got out," repeated Charlotte. Rose looked at Charlotte with a painful effort; she clutched her hands tightly into fists as she spoke. "I was coming up here 'cross lots last night, and I heard you out in the road calling Barney," she said, as if she forced out the words. "Rose Berry, you didn't tell!" "I went home and told mother, that's all. I didn't think that it would do any harm, Charlotte." "It'll be all over town, that's all. It's bad enough, anyway." "I don't believe it'll get out; I told mother not to tell." "Mrs. Thayer knew." "Maybe Barney told her." "Rose Berry, you know better. You know Barney wouldn't do such a thing." "No; I don't s'pose he would." "Don't suppose! Don't you know?" "Yes, of course I do. I know Barney just as well as you do, |
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