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"Yes, I asked her," said Weston Marchmont, "but -- Well, I don't think she'd mind you reading her letter, and I should rather like you to." He flung it across the table to Dick Benyon. "I half see what she means," said he, lighting a cigarette.
Dick took the letter with an impatient frown. "I don't," he said, as he settled himself to read it.