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May we not repeat them once, at any rate, in London? “Ever yours, “NIGEL ENNISON. ’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy. Oh! and love—love! We’ve had so splendid a time, and fought our fight and won. Suddenly she had become afraid. As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. I have only just left Wych Street. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. He would always be her friend, too.
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