“Dear me!” he said. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears. 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's glorious!" He knew that he must hoodwink this keeneyed Scot, even as he must hoodwink everybody: publicly, the devoted husband; privately, the celibate. “See you. .
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