266 She peered up at him. It’s best. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. ” “If he lives through the next hour,” the doctor answered, “I will send some one. She watched her friend rise and go towards her affianced husband, a look of mischief in her face. He remembered that he had heard stories about the wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an artist and a recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very gay and a very brilliant little coterie of pleasure-seekers.
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