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The Letter on the Pincushion

           Theywereforcedtotakeherbacktotheroomwhichshehadjustquitted.Onefitofhystericssucceededanother.Thedoctorwassentfortheapothecaryarrived.Mrs.Butetookupthepostofnursebyherbedside."Herrelationsoughttoberoundabouther,"thatamiablewomansaid.

           Shehadscarcelybeencarrieduptoherroom,whenanewpersonarrivedtowhomitwasalsonecessarytobreakthenews.ThiswasSirPitt."Where’sBecky?"hesaid,comingin."Where’shertraps?She’scomingwithmetoQueen’sCrawley."

           "Haveyounotheardtheastonishingintelligenceregardinghersurreptitiousunion?"Briggsasked.

           "What’sthattome?"SirPittasked."Iknowshe’smarried.Thatmakesnoodds.Tellhertocomedownatonce,andnotkeepme."

           "Areyounotaware,sir,"MissBriggsasked,"thatshehasleftourroof,tothedismayofMissCrawley,whoisnearlykilledbytheintelligenceofCaptainRawdon’sunionwithher?"

           WhenSirPittCrawleyheardthatRebeccawasmarriedtohisson,hebrokeoutintoafuryoflanguage,whichitwoulddonogoodtorepeatinthisplace,asindeeditsentpoorBriggsshudderingoutoftheroom;andwithherwewillshutthedooruponthefigureofthefrenziedoldman,wildwithhatredandinsanewithbaffleddesire

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