In the canon
He Knew He Was Right
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 1869
- Pages
- Pages 900
An old friend of her father's calls on a young wife in London, harmlessly, and then calls again. Her husband asks her to stop receiving him; she will not, because obeying would be a confession and she has nothing to confess.
They are most happy who have no story to tell.
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