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A large bell is ringing, and so is my heart. I mean it's beating. Good-bye, dearest. I'll write again to-morrow or rather to-day, for it's a lovely sunrise, like a good omen when we get settled somewhere. I believe we're going to a London hotel. Yes, stewardess. Oh, I ought to have said that to her, instead of writing it to you. She interrupted. Love love. Your Audrie, Their Ellaline.
I hope he won't treat me as he seems to have treated the Bengalese! The luggage of Miss Ellaline Lethbridge obviously can't be called for at the flat of Mrs. Brendon and her daughter Audrie, for there would be questions and no proper answers. Therefore, when I present myself at the Gare de Lyon, I intend to be "self-contained."
But being Audrie Brendon, and not Ellaline, I could have shouted for joy at almost every word that woman said, if it hadn't been in a cave where shouting would have made awful echoes. You know, dear, how I have been puzzling over Sir Lionel the Noble, as he appears to me, and Sir Lionel the Dragon, as painted by Ellaline, and how I've vainly tried to match the pieces together. Well, thanks to Mrs.
I won't forget to put them in though, next time I write, which will be almost immediately if not sooner. Your even more loving than loquacious Audrie. Tintern Abbey My Dear Sis: He came, the moon saw, and I didn't conquer! You know what I mean?
This same was she which commonlie is called saint Audrie of Elie, had in great reuerence for the opinion conceiued of hir great vertue and puritie of life. The said Iohn was remoued to the church of Yorke, the same being then void by the death of the archbishop Bosa.
He seems the same as ever. I'm lost in it! I'll post this downstairs. Please write at once to Graylees; for if I am sent away before, I'll ask to have letters forwarded to my own address. Your Audrie. Newcastle, September 10th 8 A.M. You might have told me what was up. Is your mother really ill? Am anxious and puzzled. Don't think you play fair. Wire, Midland Hotel, Bradford. Gwen.
After reading "Lorna" the Doone Valley looked rather too gentle, with its grassy slopes, to be satisfactory to my brigand-whetted mind; and the ruins of the Doone houses would have been disappointing, too, if it hadn't been for Miss Audrie Browne's tale of the distant dwellings, in the Weir Water Valley; but I liked hearing that all the hills have names of their own, and that you can be sure you are not going to fall into a treacherous bog, if only you see a sprig of purple heather a good, honest plant, which hates anything secret.
There were we two females in neat gray motor dust-cloaks, on which the Dragon insisted; Mrs. Norton in a toque, which she wore as if it were a remote and dreaded contingency; your Audrie in a duck of an early Victorian bonnet, in which she liked herself better than in anything else she ever had on before.
I may need all the courage that I have borrowed and cashed in advance, because suspense is worse than the pain of any blow. We leave here early to-morrow morning for Graylees Castle in Warwickshire and the tour is at an end. Your Audrie, who loves and longs for you. Graylees Castle, Night of September 12th Roman Candles!! Rockets!!!"
If you're invited out to tea, you ask your hostess to lunch or dinner, in return: that sort of thing invariably; and you've brought me up with the same bee in my bonnet. So what will your telegram be? Whatever you say, you may count on a meek "Amen, so be it," from Your most admiring subject, Audrie. P. S. Of course, it isn't as if this man were an ordinary, nice, inoffensive human man, is it?
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