The clever hostess having let fall that several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a glimpse of them. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. ‘You’re only making things worse, you little idiot. She ran away from you; and now I can easily understand why. Blue Ruin will do the job nicely. I hardly see you anymore.
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