I meant to send them to you anonymously, then. I had committed one error in acting upon impulse-my rashness is my besetting sin and I wished to add a species of deceit to that. But I was kept from it until-to-day. I hoped you would like to wear them to the dance to-night, and I put them in the post-office for you myself. Mr. Fane didn't know anything about it. That is all.
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