Set in Silver

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C. N. Williamson. Set in Silver

Set in Silver

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SET IN SILVER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER. AT CHAMPEL-LES-BAINS, SWITZERLAND

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO COLONEL P. R. O'HAGAN, AT DROITA, EAST BENGAL

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO. COLONEL PATRICK O'HAGAN

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO. COLONEL PATRICK O'HAGAN

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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MRS. SENTER TO HER SISTER, MRS. BURDEN, AT GLEN LACHLAN, N. B

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MRS. SENTER TO HER SISTER, MRS. BURDEN

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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TELEGRAM FROM DICK BURDEN TO HIS AUNT

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TELEGRAM FROM MRS. SENTER TO HER NEPHEW

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LETTER LEFT BY MRS. SENTER. AT KING ARTHUR'S CASTLE HOTEL, FOR HER NEPHEW DICK BURDEN

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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FROM SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO. COLONEL PATRICK O'HAGAN

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MRS. SENTER TO HER SISTER, MRS. BURDEN

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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MRS. SENTER TO HER SISTER, MRS. BURDEN

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

XXXIII

SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO. COLONEL PATRICK O'HAGAN

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SIR LIONEL PENDRAGON TO. COLONEL O'HAGAN

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MRS. SENTER TO HER SISTER, MRS. BURDEN

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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MRS. SENTER TO HER NEPHEW, DICK BURDEN, AT GLEN LACHLAN, N. B

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DICK BURDEN TO HIS AUNT, MRS. SENTER, MIDLAND HOTEL, BRADFORD

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER

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C. N. Williamson, A. M. Williamson

Published by Good Press, 2019

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At that change my look slid off the self-conceited face, like rain off a particularly slippery duck's back. He ought to have known then, if he hadn't before, that I considered him a mere It, but I can just imagine his saying to himself: "This is Paris, and I've paid five pounds for a return ticket. Must have something to tell the chaps. What's a girl doing out alone?"

He came after me and said I'd dropped something. So I had. It was a rose. I was going to disclaim it, with all the haughty grace of a broomstick, when suddenly I remembered that it was my carte d'identité, so to speak. The Dragon had prescribed it in his last letter to Madame de Maluet about meeting Ellaline. As there might be difficulty in recognition if she came to the station with a chaperon as strange to him as herself, it would be well, he suggested, that each pinned a red rose on her dress. Then he would look out for two ladies with two roses.

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