"Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. Trifle useful?" he added, slipping a few gold pieces into Jack's hand. 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. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. “You must fetch a doctor,” she said.
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