![]() ![]() “No, honestly.” Ophelia drew her brows together in puzzlement. “But it seems there were a few too many aces in the deck and several of themâthrough no fault of my own, mind youâwere in my hand.” I frankly don't know what happened.” She shook her head, still trying to sort out exactly what had transpired. “Then why do we have to leave?” Jenny said smugly. “He's a vile, nasty and downright disgusting man and that's why we have to get out of here.” She strode across the room to a beat-up wardrobe and flung open the door, muttering all the while. “Somebody already has,” Ophelia said sharply. “Well, I certainly wouldn't call it cheating.” Ophelia drew herself up to her full, and somewhat impressive, height of five feet six inches, and regarded the younger girl with a lofty glare. She raised her arm and aimed her finger dramatically at her sister. ![]() Jenny stared for a moment then her eyes widened in understanding. “We just have to get out of here, that's all.” Ophelia grabbed her sister's lone presentable traveling dress and tossed it at the bewildered girl. Jenny Kendrake bolted upright in bed, and blinked in the abrupt glow of the gas lamp with the utter confusion of one roused out of a sound sleep in the middle of the night. “We've got to get the hell out of this town!” Ophelia Kendrake yanked open the hotel dresser drawer, snatched up her meager belongings and threw them into the oversized carpetbag that served as valise, catchall and home-away-from-home wrapped up in one slightly faded package. ![]()
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