”
Sydney Courtlaw followed his timid knock. There's a hundred pounds too
much. Go to it;
and the best of luck!"
He went out. “They never seem so at first!” he said. “‘A SONG OF LADIES AND MY LADY
“‘Saintly white and a lily is Mary,
Margaret’s violets, sweet and shy;
Green and dewy is Nellie-bud fairy,
Forget-me-nots live in Gwendolen’s eye. What can she be? The wife of a country
tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand
—“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was
right!
“Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come—
“I could still go home!”
She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across. D. During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. Set
yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my
friend again. I have
suffered all this. "Do you want it back under the pillow?"
"Hang it over a chair.
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