I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. “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. She found herself struggling with a storm of tears. Mrs. ‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter would find not a welcome. I'm entirely at your service. “It’s magnificent!” He leaned back and regarded her with his head a little on one side. When she renewed her attendance at the Imperial College the third finger of her left hand was adorned with a very fine old ring with dark blue sapphires that had once belonged to a great-aunt of Manning’s. Brown or Jones, I dare say. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin.
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