‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. He was tall, slender, and suave. He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. “Cheveney!” she repeated. “I wouldn’t have been without this trip for worlds. One could go to him and tell him one loved him. \"Okay, all right, no better time than the present. ‘I went to see him because I thought he ought to know about you, having already been imposed upon by our friend Gosse. “To be frank with you, Lady Lescelles, when your brother asked me the other day to be his wife I was under a false impression as regards his relations—with some other person. “I thought every one had heard,” said Miss Klegg. "This young fool is come to restore the article—whatever it may be—which Lady Trafford was anxious to conceal, and which his companion purloined. Her skin prickled.
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