Dinner was coming to an end. The Chinaman, soft-footed in his immaculate white, had just finished his circuit of the table, leaving a tiny gold-rimmed coffee-cup at each of the four plates. Into hers Letitia was lowering a lump of sugar, when a thought occurred to her, and she dropped the sugar into the cup with a little splash, and looking across at her vis-à-vis, said: "Oh, John, I've been going to ask you half a dozen of times, and have always forgotten: did you know that Colonel Ramsay Reed had a daughter?"…
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