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"I knew it would happen in the end," Hilda said, "and it has happened. The Archdeacon has asked me to tea."
She was speaking to Alicia Livingstone in the dormitory, changing at the same time for a "turn" at the hospital. It was six o'clock in the afternoon. Alicia's landau stood at the door of the Baker Institution. She had come to find that Mis