Chapter 12 No.12

At this point I had meant to tell you more of Wally Cabot-most perfect, most charming of lovers-but first I find that I must describe a passage which took place one morning between Mary and Uncle Stanley's son Burdon.

Perhaps you remember Burdon, the tall, dark young man who "smelled nice" and wore a white edging on the V of his waistcoat.

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