“A lady, Dunster. He returned to the car, Cokes in hand. Wild had a narrow escape lately, in that affair of Captain Darrell," observed Shotbolt. 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. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. I don’t want to hear you.
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