" "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger. " "There's but one way of clearing it, your worship," said the Master, archly. He was in trouble and she could not help him; that was the ache in her heart. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk.
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