. ” The cab rumbled off. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons. "Don't stir," replied Jack. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. Brother and Sister VIII.
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