It was at lunch when McClintock announced that in the mailpouch he had found a letter addressed to Howard Taber, care of Donald
McClintock and so-forth. "Open
my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast
looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. IX. "
"My coat, please. ’
‘No, no,’ the other lady assured her with a twinkle. But it’s love you
should’ve had when you were tiny and I didn’t give it to you. And how can I
get into one brief letter the complex accumulated desires of what is now, I find
on reference to my diary, nearly sixteen months of letting my mind run on you—
ever since that jolly party at Surbiton, where we raced and beat the other boat.
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