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The letter fell fro that Sir Richard came and laid his hand on my shoulder

"Oh, boy!" said he, very tenderly; "she has told iven to very few men to

win the love of such a woman as this"

"God knows it!" said I

"And to have s

--you should be very proud, Peter"

"I ah she be a--virago, this Lady Sophia--or

a tering o, Peter"

"But I alorious wooddess!"

"And--she worked for me!" said I; "cooked and served andout of bed

"What the deuce--"began Sir Richard

"My clothes," said I, looking vainly about; "my clothes--pray,

Sir Richard, where are they?"

"Burnt, Peter"

"Burnt?"

"Every blood-stained rag!" he nodded; "her orders"

"But--what a to the press, opened the door