” Mr. “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. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and that woman of his, one by one. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. You are all the beauty in the world.
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