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"Auntie," said Mary Fitzharding to Mrs. Cuthbert, as they sat in the long drawing-room at Government House, pretending to do needlework, "I cannot tell you how desperate I feel about the disappearance of that young man, Tristram Trevithick."
"Mary, dear, I know that you love him."