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Walpole, Hugh, Sir, 1884-1941

"The Captives"


"She's got cheek enough for anything," was Maggie's first thought,
but she was not aware of the true magnificence of that young woman's
audacity until she found her hand seized and her cheek kissed.
Caroline, in fact, had greeted her with precisely her old
spontaneous enthusiasm.
"Maggie, darling, where have you been all these days--but WEEKS it
is indeed! You might at least have sent me just a word. Life simply
hasn't been the same without you! You pet! . . . and you look tired!
Yes, you do. You've been overworking or something, all because you
haven't had me to look after you!"
Maggie gravely withdrew, and standing away from the shining elegance
of her friend said:
"Caroline--I want to know something before we go any further. What I
want to know is--why did you read that note that I asked you to give
to Martin Warlock?"
Caroline stared in amazement. "My dear, what IS the matter? Are you
ill or something? Oh, you are. I can see you are! You poor darling!
Read your note? What note, dear?"
"The note I gave you a month ago--one evening when you were here."
"A note! A month ago.


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