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"You have come to me like an angel sent from Heaven," whispered Lady Goshe. "Ever since I recovered consciousness I have been praying for a friend to help me. When I knew what had happened to the motor I thought that Providence had not deserted me. It looked as if the accident were designed to save me from a fate which I do not care to contemplate. I can only conjecture what my husband intended to do with me; probably he meant to shut me up in some asylum upon the plea that I was mad."
Vava smiled behind her hand.