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A glass of
water is all I want. Thank you. Romayne, you are looking shockingly
serious and severe; our ball will cheer you. If you would only make a
bonfire of all those horrid books, you don't know how it would improve
your spirits. Dearest Stella, I will come and lunch here to-morrow--you
are within such a nice easy drive from town--and I'll bring my
visiting-book, and settle about the invitations and the day. Oh, dear
me, how late it is. I have nearly an hour's drive before I get to my
garden party. Good-by, my turtle doves good-by."
She was stopped, on the way to her carriage, by another fit of coughing.
But she still persisted in making light of it. "I'm as strong as a
horse," she repeated, as soon as she could speak--and skipped into the
carriage like a young girl.
"Your mother is killing herself," said Romayne.
"If I could persuade her to stay with us a little while," Stella
suggested, "the rest and quiet might do wonders for her. Would you
object to it, Lewis?"
"My darling, I object to nothing--except giving a ball and burning
my books.


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