She was a large , handsome woman with a rather harsh face . `` Did you go upstairs last night and leave Spencer Morgan with Miss LeMar ? '' she asked bluntly . `` Yes , '' muttered Estella . `` Did you have a quarrel with him ? '' `` No . '' `` What made you act so queer ? '' `` I could n't help it , '' faltered the girl . The food she was eating seemed to choke her . She wished she were a hundred miles away from everyone she ever knew . Mrs. Bowes gave a grunt of dissatisfaction . `` Well , I think it is a pretty queer piece of business . But if you are satisfied , it is n't anyone else 's concern , I suppose . He stayed with her till ten o'clock and when he left she did everything but kiss him -- and she asked him to come back too . I heard . '' `` Aunt ! '' protested the girl . She felt as if her aunt were striking her blow after blow on a sensitive , quivering spot . It was bad enough to know it all , but to hear it put into such cold , brutal words was more than she could endure . It seemed to make everything so horribly sure .
`` I guess I had a right XXXXX listen , had n't I , with such goings on in my own house ?
LeMar from if into left of than till to with