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He said: "You were bridese of her letters"

"She is always Connie Berkley to me I loved no woman better I

love her still"

"I found that out yesterday That is why I dared colish letters, one froain She never replied Thank God, she

knew I loved her to the last"

He rested on the tabletop and stood leaning over and looking down

"Dear Mr Berkley," she htened hi hand across his

forehead, ruffling the short curly hair Then his preoccupied gaze

wandered Ailsa turned toward him at the same moment, and

instantly a flicker of malice transformed the nobility of his set

features:

"It seems," he said, "that you and I are irrevocably related in all

kinds of delightful ways, Mrs Paige Your sister-in-law very

charraciously overlooks and pardons ain Will you asksaid, laughing: "I knew you were all Ormond and entirely

Irish as soon as I came in the do'--befo' I became aware of your

racial fluency I speak fo' my husband and myse'f when I say,