He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. Let us part in peace. " "I should like to satisfy myself on that score," rejoined Wild, drily. Very well, I give up. " The order was promptly obeyed. Jackson. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life. Why aren’t you folded up clean in lavender—as every young woman ought to be? What have you been doing with yourself?. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. The distinction lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads. 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.
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