“How are you feeling?” She asked with grave concern in her voice. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. Horrible doubts assailed her. And yet she knew it was not fair to call her a foolish girl.
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