You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. 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. Fritz and Anna had been her wards for over two years! Sebastian stood in the corner, laughing silently at the fighting women. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned passionately upward. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. They could no longer stay in one place. Go to her. She caught the fact that it was something more than strong drink that laid you out.
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