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Evidently he was gazing at the dull red roofs of the city: but was he registering what he saw? Never glance sideways at man, the old Kanaka woman had said. I don’t feel it. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. She had been going with a twenty-two year old man named Julian Rimbauer in secret. “If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation.
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