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THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
time had gone by further waiting had become intolerable to the Archdeacon. The Artist within him might no longer be denied.
My dear Bisham, he accordingly wrote. What good purpose is to be served by postponing any longer that which we intend to do? Will you and dear Chloë give me luncheon to-morrow, and afterwards you and I can settle gust how our disclosure is to be immediately made.
Affectionately,
Samson Roach.
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Next morning, Dunkle, on receipt of this note, took it into his wife's bedroom. He found her in the middle of her third cigarette since the half-dozen of aspirin tablets washed down with black coffee, on which, as was her wont, she had breakfasted. On her head was a boudoir cap
