The Governors by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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Sherry's at eight o'clock."
A bell rang at his elbow, and one of the telephones began to tinkle. He picked up the receiver and waved them out of the room. Virginia followed her guide upstairs, feeling more and more with every step she took that she was indeed a wanderer in some new and enchanted land of the _Arabian Nights_. CHAPTER II COUSIN STELLA "Well," he said, smiling kindly at her over the bank of flowers which occupied the centre of the small round table at which they were dining, "what do you think of it all?" Virginia shook her head. "I cannot tell you," she said. "I haven't any words left. It is all so wonderful. You have never been to our home at Wellham Springs, or else you would understand." He smiled. "I think I can understand," he said, "what it is like. I, too, you know, was brought up at a farmhouse." |
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