He would give The Tigress a triple coat of paint, and take these two on a long cruise, wherever they wanted to go—Roundhead and Seraph, the blunderbus and the flaming angel. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. “All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better.
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