`` Oh , she 's gone . '' `` What ? '' `` Gone , '' shouted Mrs. Palmer , `` gone . She left on the train Mollie come on . Gracious me , has the man gone crazy ? He has n't seemed like himself at all this afternoon . '' Murray had bolted madly out of the house and was striding down the lane . Blind fool -- unspeakable idiot that he had been ! To take her for Mrs. Palmer 's niece -- that peerless creature with the calm acceptance of any situation , which marked the woman of the world , with the fine appreciation and quickness of repartee that spoke of generations of culture -- to imagine that she could be Mollie Booth ! He had been blind , besottedly blind . And now he had lost her ! She would never forgive him ; she had gone without a word or sign . As he reached the last curve of the lane where it looped about the apple trees , a plump figure came flying down the orchard slope . `` Mr. Murray , Mr. Murray , '' Mollie Booth called breathlessly . `` Will you please come here just a minute ? '' Murray crossed over to the paling rather grumpily . He did not want to talk with Mollie Booth just then . Confound it , what did the girl want ? Why was she looking so mysterious ? Mollie produced a little square grey envelope from some feminine hiding place and handed it over the paling .
`` She give me this at the station -- Miss Mannering did , '' she gasped , `` and asked me to give it to you XXXXX letting Aunt Emily Jane see .
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