It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. “Hello, John. The spinsters had purchased one grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing. As Mrs. Think better of it.
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