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The request was a strange one, Berrington thought.
Not that he failed to trust Mary Sartoris. In spite of everything, he had faith in her. Whatever she was doing in that queer household, no shadow of shame or disgrace could possibly lie on her.
And yet what could she want that letter for? Again, what was the need to drag Beatrice Darryll into