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The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. "I generally
take a party. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. "
"Try the cellar, Captain," said Blueskin, stamping upon a large board in the
ground. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. There's the paragraph. She made a few
protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations,
but he did not heed them or care for them. "
O'Higgins grinned. But he would make it a point not to speak again to the girl. Very fascinating, though, trying to analyse
the impulse. “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. “Very good,” he said.
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