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Acting on a sudden impulse, she went upstairs, and, feeling a little
ashamed of what she was doing, went into the room which was to be Godfrey
Radmore's. Then she walked across to where stood Timmy's play-box, in
order to find the letter which Betty's one-time lover had written to his
godson.
The play-box had been George's play-box in the days of his preparatory
school, and it still had his name printed across it.
She turned up the wooden lid. Everything in the box was very tidy, for
Timmy was curiously grown-up in some of his ways, and so she very soon
found the letter she was seeking for.
It was a quaint, humorous epistle--the letter of a man who feels quite
sure of himself, and yet as she read it through rapidly, there rose
before her the writer as he had last appeared in a railing whirlwind
of rage and fury, just before leaving Old Place--he had vowed at the
time--for ever. She remembered how he had shouted at her, hurling bitter
reproaches, telling her she would be sorry one day for having persuaded
Betty to give him up. But though she, Janet Tosswill, had not forgotten,
he had evidently made up his mind, the moment he had met with his
unexpected and astonishing piece of good luck, to let bygones be bygones.
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