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IV.—THE MAD MISS MATURIN.
“Would you like to meet the most beautiful woman in America?” asked Edward Trenton of his guest.
Lord Stranleigh drew a whiff or two from the favourite pipe he was smoking, and the faint suggestion of a smile played about his lips.
“The question seems to hint that I have not already met her,” he said at last.
“Have you?”
“Of course.”
“Where?”