"I know how it will be," his sister had said when he was
preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you will bury yourself down there and not
speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give
you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can
remember, were quite nice."
Framton wondered whether Mrs.
Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction came into the
nice division.
You must first understand that four years
ealier Framton's...
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