“I wanted to go to an art-student ball of which he disapproved. ” He went to the window and fidgeted with the blind, looking out to where the tree-tops of Regent’s Park showed distantly over the houses. There was a strange quality of steel in this pretty creature. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. I’m a female thing at bottom. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed.
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