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Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you
please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. He turned, expecting to see his wife. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression of his
countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of his threats to a
more favourable opportunity. He wanted
to become a millionaire. Unless he has killed
someone. Eventually this comradeship
(slightly resented by Rollo) reached a point where he could call out from the
study: "Hey, Ruth!—come and tell me what you think of this. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. No great lover of state or state costume
at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in
dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. 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. Parbleu, but
she was a fool. ”
“What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. ”
“I would forgive you a great deal more,” he answered readily, “for the sake of an
evening like this. ”
“I thought I explained—”
“Come home!”
Ann Veronica shrugged her shoulders.
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