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“My long lost hostess ! —my sacred cats; —that last cocktail. But I regret nothing. Good-bye kids, goodbye Lucy dear.” Weary and happy, Lucy and the kids trailed home. Everyone at home was cross, and when Lucy asked about the afternoon’s entertainment Clare snapped at her. “Stupid and flat, that man didn’t come after all. Spoilt conceited thing.” Lucy was sympathetic. “What a shame. It would have been such fun to see him act after actually talking to him here. I do wish I were going.” Lucy’s wishes did not often come true, but just before tea a messenger boy brought her a leter. At least, it was not aletter, it was an envelope containing two theatre tickets, and a card on which was writen the startling but glorious message : “From your grateful friend Lucian Neville.”

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Otago Witness, Issue 3773, 6 July 1926, Page 81

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SHORT STORIES Otago Witness, Issue 3773, 6 July 1926, Page 81

SHORT STORIES Otago Witness, Issue 3773, 6 July 1926, Page 81