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Superstition is the Chinese Reaper. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. “You propose, then,” she remarked, “that I shall still be saddled with a pseudo husband. ‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little from his fingers. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. We’ll leave him here, with a couple of others. Half after six.
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