Wylder's Hand by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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'Very bad with a headache, please, Sir.'
'Is she at home?' 'Yes, Sir, please.' 'Any message?' 'Yes, Sir, please--a note for you, Sir;' and she produced a note, rather, indeed, a letter. 'She desired me, Sir, please, to give it into your own hand, if I could, and not to leave it, please, Sir, unless you were at home when I reached.' He read the direction, and dropped it unopened into the pocket of his shooting coat. The peevish glance with which he eyed it betrayed a presentiment of something unpleasant. 'Any answer required?' 'No, Sir, please--only to leave it.' 'And Miss Lake is quite well?' 'No, Sir, please--a bad headache to-day.' 'Oh! I'm very sorry, indeed. Tell her so. She is at home, is she?' 'Yes, Sir.' |
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