He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. But what affair is this of yours?’ But Captain Roding was not attending. ’ ‘And you will not,’ came triumphantly from the cherry lips. Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. My late husband, I mean.
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