The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. " "Surest thing you know. She shot a sudden glance at him.
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