Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. 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. "Blueskin's a friend in need," he said. ’ ‘Like this?’ ‘Parfait. ’ She was backing across the room, moving towards the screen. . ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning.
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