When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she blamed herself at first. ” She replied. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. 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. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. "Call as you please, beloved girl," he cried, "I will not stir till I am answered. “I hope you’re satisfied. I go back about once a year.
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