A week had passed since the day when Shirley, with a dull pain at her heart, had watched Kenwyn disappear within the portals of the Hôtel des Anglais, and from that moment onward it seemed as if he had vanished completely out of her life. The only news of him had been a laconic note addressed to Simon, which merely said: “_Shall be away a few days. Expect me when you see me._” Judging by the unevenness of the pencil scrawl in which it was written, it might have been hastily scribbled, as an afterthought, while on t…
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