‘Well, nothing,’ uttered her betrothed crossly, before Gerald could answer. It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. ’ ‘What?’ squeaked Kimble. Sleep did not come easily, but eventually her mind stopped its chattering and she fell into a deep slumber. “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. Eh bien, you have now the opportunity. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess. ’ ‘You always were an old sobersides, even as a boy,’ retorted the major, who was close on thirty now, yet as ripe for excitement as he had been on receiving his first commission at sixteen.
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