‘The fact of it is,’ I said, ‘I’m the new playwright, Thomas More. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to him. Nobody regards Constance or Vee as a delicate trifle. ‘He just came.
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