8/18 He ate and drank with the restraint of good-breeding, but with a voracity which gave point to his plea of starvation. A few yards away, the breathless silence between the two women had given place to an almost hysterical series of disjointed exclamations. "It's his own dear handwriting. How shaky it is! He's alive and well, Philippa, and he's found a friend." "I know--I know," Philippa murmured tremulously. "Our parcels have been discovered, and he got them all at once. |