He Knew He Was Right by Anthony Trollope
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If you will send for me I will go to you instantly, and after one
word from you to the desired effect, you will find that there will be no recurrence by me to a subject so hateful. As I have done, and am doing what I think to be right, I cannot stultify myself by saying that I think I have been wrong. Yours always, dearest Emily, With the most thorough love, Louis Trevelyan.' This letter he himself put on his wife's dressing-room table, and then he went out to his club. CHAPTER VI SHEWING HOW RECONCILIATION WAS MADE 'Look at that,' said Mrs Trevelyan, when her sister came into her room about an hour before dinnertime. Nora read the letter, and then asked her sister what she meant to do. 'I have written to Mrs Peacock. I don't know what else I can do. It is very hard upon you that you should have been kept at home. But I don't suppose Mr Glascock would have been at Mrs Peacock's.' |
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