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He's chosen to mix himself up with some
affairs of mine--"
"What affairs?" asked Lady Winsleigh rather eagerly.
"They don't concern you," returned Miss Vere calmly, "and we needn't
talk about them! But they concern Sir Philip,--or he thinks they do, and
insists on seeing me about them, and holding long conversations, which
bore me excessively!"
She yawned slightly, smothering her yawn in a dainty lace handkerchief,
and then went on--
"He's a moral young man, don't you know--and I never could endure moral
men! I can't get on with them at all!"
"Then you don't like him?" questioned Lady Winsleigh in rather a
disappointed tone.
"No, I don't!" said the Vere candidly. "He's not my sort. But, Lord
bless you! I know how he's getting talked about because he comes
here--and serve him right too! He shouldn't meddle with my business."
She paused suddenly and drew a letter from her pocket,--laughed and
tossed it across the table.
"You can read that, if you like," she said indifferently.


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