THE ESCAPE “DON’T start thanking God too soon,” said Stella with ominous calm. “Oh, you little fool, why did you come here?” “He brought me. I didn’t want to come,” said Adele. She was half hysterical in her fright. She tried hard to imitate the calm of her companion, biting her quivering lips to keep them still, and after a while she was calm enough to tell what had happened. Stella’s face clouded. “Of course, he took my car,” she said, speaking to herself, “and he has caught the chauffeur, as he said he would. Oh…
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