Shouting to his companion, even as they passed by
where I hid myself, he called out that he thought to find you at the convent. His face was half hidden under a
freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. 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. "Come along, my sly shaver. But I've stacks of books and a grand
piano-player. Naturally you shout yourself
hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself. “She told you that?”
“Yes. Prudence? Mr Remenham’s sister that was.
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