The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had disturbed and distressed her. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Good-bye. We haven’t. The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep. " "Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey.
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