“Yes, I believe he is. ” His voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. “Believe what, Michelle?” Lucy asked.
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