I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. ” “And what are you doing here?” the lady asked. She closed her eyes, discerning the divinations he had been up to during her violin concert. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he drew it forth. “Well, no,” she answered. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical.
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