Weeks flew by. The season was in its last throes: the session was within a day or two of its death. Lady May drove out to Mortlake with a project in her head.
Alice Arden was glad to see her.
"I've travelled all this way," she said, "to make you come with me on Friday to the Abbey."
"On Friday? Why Friday, dear?" answered Alice.
"Becaus
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