"Go? Where would you go, I'd like to know?" Sir Philip had flung at him
sneeringly. And just to prove that he could and would go if he chose, and
because he was filled with a wild spirit of revolt and anger, Tony had
despatched a telegram to Ann and had quitted Lorne the very next day.
"He was insufferable!" he declared stormily. "Great Scott! Does the man
think I'm a child to be cuffed into obedience? I warned him for his own
sake he'd better never lay a finger on me!"
"He never would, Tony," said Ann. "Of that I'm sure. He's far too fond of
you, for one thing."
"No, I don't suppose he would, really," conceded Tony. "But when he flies
into a rage, he hardly knows what he's saying or doing. He's got the
Brabazon temper all right, the same as I've got the family love of
gambling."
"Oh, Tony, I wish you'd give it all up!" exclaimed Ann impulsively. And
then the colour rushed hotly into her face as she recalled with sudden
vividness the circumstances in which he had once offered to renounce every
form of gambling.
Absorbed in the interests of the new life in which she found herself, the
recollection of that moonlit night on the steep side of Roche d'Or had
slipped into the background of her thoughts.
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