Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. I shall count it a privilege. " "Two can play at that game, my blood," replied Sheppard, rising, and putting himself into a posture of defence. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. Her impressions of this cardinal ceremony were rich and confused, complicated by a quite transitory passion that awakened no reciprocal fire for a fat curly headed cousin in black velveteen and a lace collar, who assisted as a page. ” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened.
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