She laughed a little contemptuously. “I murder people, John. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street. ” “I am sure,” Lady Lescelles said, gently, “that the last consideration need not weigh with you in the least. ” She commented. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself.
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