” He said. ”
“There is no one else who has a key to your rooms?”
“No one except my maid, who is away in Wiltshire. She repeated phrases of Mrs. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn
voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring
him to prepare for eternity. "No!" she cried. And instead of accepting the situation
gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt!
One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. 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. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. Sheppard, with startling eagerness. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered
papier-mâché kitbag at her feet.
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