She sat down and wrote a letter of thanks, so worded
that the recipient was beside himself for a whole day. He in turn
wrote a letter of three full sheets, wherein, among other lyrical
extravagances, he expressed a wish that by dying a death of slow
torture he could endow Miss Sparkes with fabulous wealth. How gladly
would he perish, knowing that she would come to lay artificial
flowers upon his grave, and to the end of her life see that the
letters on his tombstone were kept legible
So Polly made a handsome appearance at the wedding. As a matter of
fact, she came near to exciting unpleasantness between bride and
bridegroom, so indiscreet was Mr. Nibby in his spoken and silent
admiration. After consuming a great deal of indifferent champagne at
Mr. Nibby's lodgings the blissful couple departed to spend a week at
Bournemouth, and Polly returned to the room in Shaftesbury Avenue,
which henceforth she would occupy alone. "And a good riddance!" she
said to herself pettishly as she stripped off her wedding garments.
On this very evening she wrote to Mr.
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