"I cannot endure this," came in one burst of feeling from the lips of Mr. Blake. "She don't know, she don't realize -- Sir," cried he, suddenly becoming conscious of my presence in the room, "will you be good enough to see that this note," he hastily scribbled one, "is carried across the way to my house and given to Mrs. Daniels."
I bowed assent, routed up one of the men in the next room and despatched it at once.
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