The Tryst (Annotated) (Grace Livingston Hill Book) - Plot & Excerpts
she tried to say briskly, trying not to seem in a panic, “I thought you were asleep, Miss Cole – Madam!” “Don't MADAM me!” was the sharp retort. “I asked you how long you had known that young man. I know you thought I was asleep. You thought I didn't see down there in the office, too, but I’m not blind if I am rheumatic, and I've been young once if I am an old maid. I want to know how long you have known him." “Why -- I --” began Patty with her heart going like a trip-hammer playing trills, “I'm not sure that I know him at all. He looked a little like someone I met five years ago when I was visiting friends in New York state, but I wasn't sure.” She was breathing more freely now. This sounded perfectly reasonable, and was entirely true. “Well, he's the same one, and you know him, and he knows you, all right. I tell you I'm not blind. But what I want to know is how long and how well you know him!” There was a touch of dictatorial sharpness in the voice that put Patricia a bit on her dignity. "His mother and my mother were school friends.
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