There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. "Mercy!" screamed Mrs. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. Then came the great day. "Intruding!" echoed Mrs. ” “Served the beast right,” Ennison declared. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly.
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