‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. The doctor paced the room half a dozen times. “Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames.
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