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A LONDON LIFE
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That was the only answer Lady Davenant got to her inquiry.
'Good-bye then. She is the nicest girl I know. But once more, mind you don't let her suspect!'
'How can I let her suspect anything when I shall never see her again?'
'Oh, don't say that,' said Lady Davenant, very gently.
'She drove me away from her with a kind of ferocity.'
'Oh, gammon!' cried the old woman.
'I'm going home,' he said, looking at her with his hand on the door.
'Well, it's the best place for you. And for her too!' she added as he went out. She was not sure that the last words reached him.
