“My dear,” the letter ran, “I have to tell you that your sister Gwen has offended
your father very much. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name
once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. ’
‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. She laughed as the deluge seemed to
grow worse with every step. She
let Jack go as he passed through the opening. She had, it was
true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. That handsome, finely drawn face
belonged to a soul with clean ideals. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly
twenty-four. Yes, yes, there is no doubt
about it. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. Too late. Would you stand by me—and her?”
“My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. "Then it's all over with us.
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