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The Letter on the Pincushion

           Bute,whichwouldnothavecausedanyextremedelightatanotherperiod,washailedwithpleasurenow;MissCrawleybeingpleasedatthenotionofagossipwithhersister-in-lawregardingthelateLadyCrawley,thefuneralarrangementspending,andSirPitt’sabruptproposaltoRebecca.

           Itwasnotuntiltheoldladywasfairlyensconcedinherusualarm-chairinthedrawing-room,andthepreliminaryembracesandinquirieshadtakenplacebetweentheladies,thattheconspiratorsthoughtitadvisabletosubmithertotheoperation.Whohasnotadmiredtheartificesanddelicateapproacheswithwhichwomen"prepare"theirfriendsforbadnews?MissCrawley’stwofriendsmadesuchanapparatusofmysterybeforetheybroketheintelligencetoher,thattheyworkedheruptothenecessarydegreeofdoubtandalarm.

           "AndsherefusedSirPitt,mydear,dearMissCrawley,prepareyourselfforit,"Mrs.Butesaid,"becausebecauseshecouldn’thelpherself."

           "Ofcoursetherewasareason,"MissCrawleyanswered."Shelikedsomebodyelse.ItoldBriggssoyesterday."

           "LIKESsomebodyelse!"Briggsgasped."Omydearfriend,sheismarriedalready."

           "Marriedalready,"Mrs.Butechimedin;andbothsatewithclaspedhandslookingfromeachotherattheirvictim.

           "Sendhertome,theinstantshecomesin.Thelittleslywretch:howdaredshenottellme?"criedoutMissCrawley.

           "Shewon’tcomeinsoon.

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