"Mr. . As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. But ——” A look checked him. ‘What did you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. I want him as my friend. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. The fates are never so kind to me.
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