"There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. I don’t mind telling you chaps that except on the stage I haven’t set eyes on her this side of the water. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. ‘Do not speak of him. I believe—I believe that I must risk it. Anyone would be intrigued.
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