"There's no if you please about it. Why, this creature, whoever he may be, is pretending to be Lord Ruddington." "There's no if you please about it. Why, this creature, whoever he may be, is pretending to be Lord Ruddington." Susan burst out crying, suddenly and copiously. Susan burst out crying, suddenly and copiously. "Oh, Miss Gertrude," she sobbed; "I--I never thought it was pretending. I never dreamed any one could be so cruel. I thought it was real." "Oh, Miss Gertrude," she sobbed; "I--I never thought it was pretending. I never dreamed any one could be so cruel. I thought it was real." As I had begun to read the letter, I didn't take much notice. But Susan sobbed and talked on. As I had begun to read the letter, I didn't take much notice. But Susan sobbed and talked on. "Oh, Miss," she moaned, "to think I was nearly going to post the answer! I should never have been able to look the parish in the face again." "Oh, Miss," she moaned, "to think I was nearly going to post the answer! I should never have been able to look the parish in the face again." "Keep quiet, Susan," I said irritably. "Let me read it through." "Keep quiet, Susan," I said irritably. "Let me read it through." And while Susan cried to herself softly, I read it straight through; turned back again and again to sentences here and there; and at last read it from beginning to end once more. This is what I read:-- And while Susan cried to herself softly, I read it straight through; turned back again and again to sentences here and there; and at last read it from beginning to end once more. This is what I read:-- RUDDINGTON TOWERS, September 4, 1906. September 4, 1906. I discard the ordinary forms of beginning because this is an extraordinary letter.
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