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"Here is a letter for you to post, Stimson," Sir Harold said, two hours later. "Put it into the box with your own hands. To-night I am going to London, and you must join me at the Southwestern Hotel to-morrow afternoon. I have placed my affairs in the hands of my men of business, and I want you to feel perfectly satisfied that you will never regret leaving home, perhaps forever."
"My home is with you, Sir Harold," was the fervent response.