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"Please do not, dear; there is not much more, is there?"
"Not much, but it is so personal!"
The York Pioneers are having an exhibition of antiques; couldn't
you get somebody to send down our two knapsacks, it seems such an
age since we started them? Ask Miss Du Plessis and Miss Carmichael
what they meant giggling at them at the Brock Street station and on
the train that Tuesday morning.--
"Farquhar, did he, did you think it was Marjorie and I who did that,
what he calls giggling?"
"I certainly never thought you did, and I think it is only his banter."
"Neither Marjorie nor I could have so disgraced ourselves. Did you not
see the school-girls behind us? I was ashamed of my sex."
"When you write Corry for me, you must give him a talking to for that."
"Very well; where was I, oh, yes, 'Tuesday morning.'"
I send a few lines by post. If there is anything in the world I can
do for you, Wilks, let me know. If my presence can help you at all,
I'll run up at a moment's warning. Love to all at Bridesdale. Sorry
I made an ass of myself running away.
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