’ ‘And who, may I ask, is Dorothée?’ asked Gerald. Langley is getting up, and coming this way. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding. It must be somewhere hereabouts. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. Austin was dismissing a host of inquirers who had been attracted thither by the news,—for it had already been extensively noised abroad. His hands reached under her skirt.
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