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He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the
egotism of his own passionate love. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of
somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her
heart. It is useless to
contend with him, even with right on your side. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room,
but did I show you the basement?” He asked. This was an imitation of the noises
made by the carnivora at the Zoological Gardens at feeding-time; the idea was
taken up by prisoner after prisoner until the whole place was alive with barkings,
yappings, roarings, pelican chatterings, and feline yowlings, interspersed with
shrieks of hysterical laughter. H'm!"
Over the desk, on the wall, was a map of the South Pacific archipelagoes,
embossed by a number of little circles drawn in red ink. Capes was something superadded.
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