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Brown shrugged his shoulders impatiently. It was no time for niceties of that kind. He reached over and blotted the letter on the pad, and thrust it into an envelope.
"It's no invitation to a young lady's tea-party," he said. "What on earth does it matter so long as Bath can read it. Just you scrawl the address on the cover and I'll see to the rest."