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டியர்-லாட்டரி-ரிசல்ட்-சர்ட் is In the place at the corner, on the chance of its saving time, Fleda wrote her telegram—wrote it in silence under Mrs. Gereth's eye and then in silence handed it to her. "I send this to Waterbath, on the possibility of your being there, to ask you to come to me." Mrs. Gereth held it a moment, read it more than once; then keeping it, and with her eyes on her companion, seemed to consider. There was the dawn of a kindness in her look; Fleda perceived in it, as if as the reward of complete submission, a slight relaxation of her rigor. Fleda hesitated. "Why do you need saving, when you announced to me just now that you're a free man?".

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🎮 "Ah, but, on the other hand, you've learned from them what you didn't know—you've learned by Mrs. Brigstock's visit that he cares for me." Fleda found herself in the position of availing herself of optimistic arguments that she formerly had repudiated; her refutation of her companion had completely changed its ground. "Then if anything has come of it here, it has come precisely of just four. That's literally, by the inventory, all there are!" said Mrs. Gereth.!

🏆 Fleda came to the sofa in obedience to the impulse to sit down by her; then paused before her while Mrs. Gereth turned up a dead gray mask. A tired old woman sat there with empty hands in her lap. "I've heard nothing," said Fleda. "No answer came." Fleda submitted like a sick animal: she would submit to everything now. "Then what further passed?"!

🔥 Download டியர்-லாட்டரி-ரிசல்ட்-சர்ட் "Am I? Do I strike you so? You know I hate him," Fleda went on. "Of course I mean their marriage!" Fleda hesitated again. "I haven't the least idea."!🔥