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The Truants

Alfred Edward

Published December 27th 2012
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PAMELA MARDALE LEARNS A VERY LITTLE HISTORY There were only two amongst all Pamela Mardales friends who guessed that anything was wrong with her- and those two included neither her father nor her mother. Her mother, indeed, might have guessed, hadMorePAMELA MARDALE LEARNS A VERY LITTLE HISTORY There were only two amongst all Pamela Mardales friends who guessed that anything was wrong with her- and those two included neither her father nor her mother. Her mother, indeed, might have guessed, had she been a different woman. But she was a woman of schemes and little plots, who watched with concentration their immediate developments, but had no eyes for any lasting consequence. And it was no doubt as well for her peace of mind that she never guessed. But of the others it was unlikely that any one would suspect the truth. For Pamela made no outward sign. She hunted through the winter from her home under the Croft Hill in Leicestershire- she went everywhere, as the saying is, during the season in London- she held her own in her own world, lacking neither good spirits nor the look of health. There were, perhaps, two small peculiarities which marked her off from her companions. She was interested in things rather than in persons, and she preferred to talk to old men rather than to youths. But such points, taken by themselves, were not of an importance to attract attention. Yet there were two amongst her friends who suspected: Alan Warrisden and the schoolmaster of Roquebrune, the little village carved out of the hillside to the east of Monte Carlo. The schoolmaster was the nearer to the truth, for he not only knew that something was amiss, he suspected what the something was. But then he had a certain advantage, since he had known Pamela Mardale when she was a child. Their acquaintance came about in the following way-- He was leaning one evening of December over the parapet of the tiny square beside the schoolhouse, when a servant from the Villa Pontignard approached him. Could M. Giraud make it convenient to call at the villa at noon to-morrow? the servant asked. Madame Mardale was anxious to speak to him