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CHAPTER FOUR-3
“But of course,” Fenella said and realised that she had accepted both to him and to herself the suggestion that they should be married. As Nicholas had said, it required a lot of planning. But they were lucky or else the very abundant tips that Nicholas handed round had the right effect. At any rate, so far, so good, Fenella thought ten minutes after she had become Nicholas’s wife and wondered now for the first time what the future held for her. She opened her eyes to see Nicholas come into the room followed by a voluble landlady carrying a tray and some glasses. “What do you think I have found?” Nicholas asked and he was smiling boyishly. “Champagne! They had one bottle left in the cellar. If it’s corked, I shall burst into tears.” “There will be no need to do that, young man,” the l
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