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"Not knowin' what she's wrote, I can't say."
"Mrs. Trapes, I know you are Hermione's best and staunchest friend, and
lately I have ventured to hope you are mine too. As such, I want you to
read this letter--see if you can explain it!"
So Mrs. Trapes took the letter; and when she had read it through, folded
it together with hands very gentle and reverent and stood awhile staring
out into the sunlit court.
"My land!" she said at last, her harsh voice grown almost soft, "love's
a wonderful thing, I reckon. No wonder your eyes shine so. Yes, love's
a great an' wonderful thing--my land!"
"But can you explain," said Ravenslee, as he took back the letter, "can
you tell me what she means by--"
"Shucks, Mr. Geoffrey! That sure don't want no explainin'. When you said
all you did say to her, did y' say anything about 'wife' or 'marriage'?"
"Why, of course I did!"
"Sure?"
"Yes--er--that is--I think so."
"Not sure then?"
"Well, I may have done so--I must have done so, but really
I--er--forget--"
"Forget!" Mrs.
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