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” Mr. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. He waited the pleasure of Monsieur. ” “I hope,” he answered, looking at her in some surprise, “that we shall have many more such to think about. You are in danger. From the sounds of it, he was better off dead. " The spinsters had no counter-philosophy to offer; so they turned to Ruth, who had singularly and unconsciously invested herself with glamour, the glamour of adventure, which the old maids did not recognize as such because they were only tourists. She leaned a little towards him. They shouted to her from the wings to come off. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. 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. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the idea that someone might be listening.
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