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Gerald’s judgement was borne out a moment later. " Mrs. He turned in at the club. His food lay untouched about his plate. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. Earles glanced at it, and his eyes flashed with anger. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans. She passed him silently as she dropped Michelle’s dried corpse into the open clay pit awkwardly, like a discarded doll. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. " "Anything like that?" "Yes; but the colour is lavender. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her.
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