“I can’t believe it,” declared Kit blankly. “It all sounds like a horrible bad dream.” It was the following day, and Bob, sorely troubled in spirit by the trend of recent events, had motored over to East Wyck, turning instinctively for advice and help to the woman who, although he had not yet dared to tell her so, had come to mean so much to him. He had just finished pouring out the whole story of Shirley’s tragically brief engagement—one afternoon completely happy in the love of the man she was going to marry, the…
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