CHAPTER V.MRS. GARNETT'S ROCKERS.
I had plenty of time for such introspective thoughts as these during my brief railway journey, and before my luggage and I were safely deposited at 35, Queen's Gate.
Again I rang the bell, and again the footman in plush and powder answered the door, but this time there was no hesitation in his manner.
"Miss Fenton, I believe," he said, quite civilly. "If you step into the waiting-room a moment I will find...
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