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 "What!" He opened his eyes and stared at her. "Have we got to come back by this same road?"

She laughed in gay surprise. "Why, what other way could there be, my dear?"

It was of no use for her to call him "my dear," even though her inflection just then was by no means that of an aunt. At this moment he almost hated her.