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"I'm sorry, Mr. ” “Sir John is an ass!” he declared. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. “Can’t you SEE how things are?” she said. Part 2 She found the younger generation of the Widgetts engaged in languid reminiscences, and all, as they expressed it, a “bit decayed.
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