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." The only letters that have not been misery to read have come from Eleanor Faversham.

There was one passage which made me thank God that He had created such women as Eleanor-- "Don't fret over the newspaper lies, dear.

Those who love you--and why shouldn't I love you still ?--know the honourable gentleman that you are.
Write to me if it would ease your heart and tell me just what you feel you can.