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CHAPTER TWOWhen Carolyn went up to change her clothes, Amalita sat down at her father’s desk. She found the address book in which he had kept the names and addresses of all his old friends, the people with whom he had associated with before his first marriage. Among them she found the name of the Marquis of Garlestone whom he had always stayed with on the few occasions when he visited London. They had been great friends and Amalita remembered him saying so often. Now in her elegant handwriting she wrote, “My Lord, My late husband, Sir Frederick Maulpin, often used to speak of you and your kindness to him when he was a young man and later when he stayed with you sometimes after he was married. Now that I am out of mourning, I feel it is my duty to bring my stepdaughter to London for