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I am invited to have supper tomorrow night with a lady of Summerside. I know you won't believe me, Gilbert, when I tell you her name is Tomgallon… Miss Minerva Tomgallon. You'll say I've been reading Dickens to long and to late.

Dearest, aren't you glad your name is Blythe? I am sure I could never marry you if your name was Tomgallon. Fancy… Anne Tomgallon! No, you can't fancy it.