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‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. ‘Why, that’s one of the names with which she tried to fob me off. ‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. The manager, however, who stood in the wings, nodded to her to proceed, and the orchestra commenced the first few bars of the music. 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. So the charge was dismissed. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. "Keep off, you accursed jade!" roared Jonathan, "—off, I say, or—" And he struck her a violent blow with his clenched hand.
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