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Gilead re-entered the quiet little room with a feeling as if he were desecrating a woodland shrine. As yet he could not associate that figure of immortal loveliness with the piteous vision of the advertisement. He saw her risen to greet him, all warm and flushed, a maid, yet seeming young-motherly in the soft plenitude of her form, with evidences of some suppressed emotion in her eyes. Her drooped right hand held the telegram. She addressed him in a voice of sweet low embarrassment: --
"Your visit, I am afraid, was badly timed -- for me. I am so sorry. It has reference, I understand, to my advertisement in the _Daily Post_. Will you please tell me in what way? "