The cab pulled up at Lady Marlow’s, and Sir Jordan Lynne, smoothing the watchful, anxious lines from his face, and with a soft and pleasant smile about his thin lips, ascended the staircase. Lady Marlow’s evenings were always crowded, for she was a very popular little personage. She was the wife of a viscount, rich, almost young and extremely good natured. Young girls just out adored her, and their mammas courted her, for it was said that for the last three seasons the best matches had been made under Lady Marlow’s…
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