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Rinehart, Mary Roberts

"Bab"


I come now to the strange Event of the next day, and its
sequel.
The Patten place and ours are close together, and no other
house near. Mother had been very cool about the Pattens, owing
to nobody knowing them that we knew. Although I must say they
had the most interesting people all the time, and Sis was crazy
to call and meet some of them.
Jane came that day to visit her aunt, and she ran down to
see me first thing.
"Come and have a ride," she said. "I've got the Runabout,
and after that we'll bathe and have a real time."
But I shook my head.
"I'm a prisoner, Jane," I said.
"Honestly! Is it the Play, or somthing else?"
"Somthing else, Jane," I said. "I can tell you nothing
more. I am simply in trouble, as usual."
"But why make you a prisoner, unless----" She stopped
suddenly and stared at me.
"He has claimed you!" she said. "He is here, somwhere about
this Place, and now, having had time to think it over, you do
not Want to go to him. Don't deny it. I see it in your face. Oh,
Bab, my heart aches for you."
It sounded so like a play that I kept it up.


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