Upon a
table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan;
the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. Cathy answered the phone. “You’re not a
man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. He seemed to be labouring under some great excitement. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. Everything proclaimed the
mischievous propensities of the recent occupants of the chamber. One day it was gone. You go to your room and ring for your maid. "Ay, ay, I'll go, fast enough!" returned Jonathan, putting his hands into his
pockets, "but not alone, Sir Rowland. But it's confounded inconvenient. Every moment or two he bent over his
patient.
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