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The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. . They were both dressed in every respect alike. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. Do not imagine that I cannot do so, as well as I can this Gérard. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. She began to tremble violently.
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