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The Letter on the Pincushion

           Prepareyourself,dearfriendshe’sgoneoutforalongtimeshe’sshe’sgonealtogether."

           "Graciousgoodness,andwho’stomakemychocolate?Sendforherandhaveherback;Idesirethatshecomeback,"theoldladysaid.

           "Shedecampedlastnight,Ma’am,"criedMrs.Bute.

           "Sheleftaletterforme,"Briggsexclaimed."She’smarriedto—"

           "Prepareher,forheaven’ssake.Don’ttortureher,mydearMissBriggs."

           "She’smarriedtowhom?"criesthespinsterinanervousfury.

           "Totoarelationof—"

           "SherefusedSirPitt,"criedthevictim."Speakatonce.Don’tdrivememad."

           "OMa’amprepareher,MissBriggsshe’smarriedtoRawdonCrawley."

           "RawdonmarriedRebeccagovernessnobodGetoutofmyhouse,youfool,youidiotyoustupidoldBriggshowdareyou?You’reintheplotyoumadehimmarry,thinkingthatI’dleavemymoneyfromhimyoudid,Martha,"thepooroldladyscreamedinhystericsentences.

           "I,Ma’am,askamemberofthisfamilytomarryadrawing-master’sdaughter?"

           "HermotherwasaMontmorency,"criedouttheoldlady,pullingatthebellwithallhermight.

           "Hermotherwasanoperagirl,andshehasbeenonthestageorworseherself,"saidMrs.Bute.

           MissCrawleygaveafinalscream,andfellbackinafaint.

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