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For the first time in her young married life, Polly felt vexed with her husband.
"Oh, he shouldn't have done that... no, really he shouldn't!" she murmured; and the hand with the letter in it drooped to her lap.
She had been doing a little surreptitious baking in Richard's absence, and without a doubt was hot and tired. The tears rose to her