There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. He had tossed an honoured name into the mire; he required no prison bars to accentuate this misery. 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. ” “What case?” “A divorce—or something—I don’t know. ’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. She interrupted. . All alone; and nobody cared whether he lived or died. Until the last moment she was afraid.
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