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Ralph Hilchester had never felt better pleased in the whole course of his life than when he got Phyllis's letter. That she should tell him that she was in trouble was more delightful to him than even a costly present would be -- than even half-a-crown would be -- and costly presents and half-crowns were rare treasures in the Rectory household.
His first determination was to tell his brother and sisters, but on second thoughts he resolved to keep to himself the delicious fact that Phyllis had written to him. He opened the blotted sheet of paper and looked at the words again: