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Possibly -- for she is not a woman of principle -- she may end by running away from her master , and that before long . '' Cora 's last words brought them to the `` Ladies ' Entrance '' of their hotel . `` Go up stairs , Cora , and I will step into the office and see if there are any letters , '' said Sylvan . Mrs. Rothsay went up into their private sitting room , dropped into a chair , took off her bonnet and began to fan herself , for her midday walk had been a very warm one . Presently Sylvan came up with a letter in his hand . `` For you , Cora , from Uncle Fabian ! There is a foreign mail just in . ''