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Alice, Miss Fane, and Geoffrey were seated at the breakfast-table one drizzling December morning. The post had just come in. Geoffrey, having unlocked the bag, was distributing the letters.
"One for you, Miss Fane; looks like a bill," said he mischievously. "Two young-lady letters for you, Alice, and one from Fairfax, of course. I wonder he does not write thrice a day, and telegraph at intervals: ‘How are you, my darling? Are you thinking of me, my treasure? ' What will you give for it? It's a pretty thick one," feeling it critically. "See what it is to be a bride," and he chanted: