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Rh fragrance remained—mournful as the memory of departed happiness.

He was about to open one of the scrolls, when Francesca took them from his hand. "Nay, Guido, we will not read them: there are some letters never meant but for one eye, and such are these. This packet shall be given untouched into Lord Avonleigh's"—she corrected her words—"into my father's own hands."