Bella Donna - A Novel by Robert Smythe Hichens
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At a quarter to eleven that night Meyer Isaacson and Nigel Armine came down the bit of carpet that was unrolled to the edge of the pavement in front of Lady Somerson's door, and got into the former's electric brougham. As it moved off noiselessly, the Doctor said: "You had a long talk with Mrs. Derringham in the drawing-room." "Yes," replied Armine, rather curtly. He relapsed into silence, leaning back in his corner. "I like her," the Doctor continued, after a pause. "Do you?" "And you--don't." "Why do you say that?" "Because I feel it; I gather it from the way you said 'yes.'" Armine moved, and leaned slightly forwards. "Isn't she rather _mauvaise langue_?" he asked. "Mrs. Derringham? I certainly don't think her so." |
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