CHAPTER III
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It was six hours later.
Again the ladies rose and left the Archdeacon and Dunkle together. Again the Archdeacon passed the port to his visitor. "Well?" he inquired.
Again Dunkle filled his glass. He sipped and sighed his satisfaction.
"I have read quite enough of your novel," he said, "to form an opinion of its merits."
"Ah!" said the Archdeacon. "Ah, hah! Yes?" He smiled hopefully.
"Your grammar," said Dunkle, "is generally correct, and with your spelling
