The Ashiel mystery - A Detective Story by Mrs. Charles Bryce
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"A present?"
"No; at least I suppose not; but there may be one inside." "Inside? Oh, then it's a parcel?" asked Juliet good-humouredly. She felt a mild curiosity, tempered by the knowledge that many things provided a thrill for the ten-year-old Dora, which she, from the advanced age of twenty-three, could not look upon as particularly exciting. "No, not a parcel," cried Dora, dancing round her. "It's a letter. There now!" "Then why do you say it's something I don't often get?" asked Juliet suspiciously; "I often get letters. It's an invitation to the Gertignes' dance, I expect." "No, no, it isn't. It's a letter from England. You don't often get one from there, now, do you? You never did before since we've been here. I always examine your letters, you know," said Dora, "to see if they look as if they came from young men. So does Margaret. We think it's time you got engaged." Margaret was the next sister. "It's very good of you to take such an interest in my fate," Juliet replied, as she pulled off her gloves and went to the side-table for the letter. As a matter of fact she was a good deal excited now; for what the child said was true enough. She might even have gone further, and said that she had never had a letter from England, except while Sir Arthur was |
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