Mrs. ‘At least I couldn’t say for sure. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. If only—Anna, tell me,” she broke off suddenly, “how did you get to know Mr. C. She saw nothing of their love-making, and came home from her boarding-school in a state of decently suppressed curiosity for Alice’s wedding. Wants me to look out for you a bit. ” She tried to sound convincing as she looked away hotly. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse.
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