‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. ” Brendon was not inclined to be led away from the point. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. 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. Altogether, it was a hideous and revolting sight.
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