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The Fate of a Crown

CHAPTER XIX THE WAYSIDE INN

Word Count: 1871    |    Released on: 21/11/2017

ir to the cloaked figure before me. Lesba's fair face, peering from beneath her mantilla, was grave

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The Fate of a Crown
The Fate of a Crown
“Leaning back in my chair, I smoked my morning cigar and watched Uncle Nelson open his mail. He had an old-fashioned way of doing this: holding the envelope in his left hand, clipping its right edge with his desk shears, and then removing the inclosure and carefully reading it before he returned it to its original envelope. Across one end he would make a memorandum of the contents, after which the letters were placed in a neat pile.”