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A BID FOR FORTUNE.
ful for when I discovered propped against my bottle-rack a tiny envelope with my name inscribed upon it. Tearing it open I read the following:—
"My own Dearest,
"My father has just informed me of his interview with you. I cannot understand it or ascribe a reason for it. But whatever happens, remember that I will be your wife, and the wife of no other.
"May God bless and keep you always.
"Your own,
"Phyllis.
"P. S.—You must let me know your address in London."
With such a letter under my pillow, can it be doubted that my dreams were good? How little I guessed the troubles to which this introduction was destined to be the prelude!
