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'You are his friend.'
'Not at all! No one less so!' As she said this she could not
hinder the colour from coming into her face. 'I was her friend,--
lady Glencora's; but with the death of my friend there was an end
of all that.'
'You were staying with him,--at his request. You told me so
yourself.'
'I shall never stay with him again. But all that, Mr Tregear, is
of no matter. I do not mean to say a word against him;--not a word.
But if you wish to interest any one as being the Duke's friend,
then I can assure you that I am the last person in London to whom
you should come. I know no one to whom the Duke is likely to
entertain any feelings so little kind towards me.' This she said
in a peculiarly solemn way that startled Tregear. But before he
could answer her a servant entered the room with a letter. She
recognised at once the Duke's handwriting. Here was the answer for
which she had been so long waiting in silent expectation! She
could not keep it unread till he was gone. 'Will you allow me a
moment,' she whispered, and then she opened the envelope.
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