" Mrs. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. 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. He was just as much a greater master than any other I ever saw, as he was a greater judge of time and measure. ’ He heard Roding snort, and suppressed a grin as he bowed, taking the trouble to salute Madame’s hand and cast her a provocative look as he did so.
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