CHAPTER III
TERMINATIONS
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Next morning came a remarkable telegram from Folkestone. "Please come at once, urgent, Walshingham," said the telegram, and Kipps, after an agitated but still ample breakfast, departed. . . .
When he returned his face was very white and his countenance disordered. He let himself in with his latchkey and came into the dining-room where Ann sat, affecting to work at a little thing she called a bib. She heard his hat fall in the hall before he entered, as though he had missed the peg. "I got something to tell you, Ann," he said, disregarding their overnight quarrel, and went to the hearthrug and took hold of the mantel, and stared at Ann as though the sight of her was novel.
"Well?" said Ann, not looking up and working a little faster.
"'E's gone!"
Ann looked up sharply, and her hands stopped.
"Who's gone?" For the first time she perceived Kipps' pallor.
"Young Walshingham—I saw 'er and she tole me."
"Gone? What d'you mean?"
"Cleared out! Gone off for good!"
"What for?"
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