Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began to read aloud. “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. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. But she was not to be tempted. ‘I’ll handle her better alone. Not that there had ever been any hope of that. “We won’t.
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