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CHAPTER XXVII
THE STAR AND GARTER, RICHMOND
THE little American prima donna was not so faithless as I thought, for when,
Goodwood being over, I wrote to her and asked her if she would not take pity on
a poor bachelor stranded in a deserted town, and drive down to Richmond and
dine, she telegraphed back a “Yes,” and told me that I might come and pick
her up at the Hotel Cecil.