A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. "I knew it. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes.
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