“My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. ‘It could not be helped, whichever way I made my presence known. Day before, send round to each to borrow a shirt. This way, my dear—and— you’ll excuse my mentioning it, but a quiet blouse and a little chiffon, you know, will be quite sufficient. “Katy Pfister. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. The boy’s besotted.
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