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. "Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. This forthright dame was so excited, she could not keep still, but paced about the parlour much as Melusine had done earlier. Destruction everywhere marked its course. A new thought checked her steps and she froze. And the less “anything” happened the better. Without realizing what she has done, she's made a dreadful mess of it. You'll find me at supper. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes.
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