It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. "To-night, your ladyship?" ventured an elderly domestic. “I remember when you walked me home. And I think I must pursue my acquaintance with the fulsome Madame Valade. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. ” She glanced at him, and it was suddenly apparent for one instant of illumination that this ring upon her finger was the crowning blunder of her life. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. What was the wench at? Yet he could not maintain this stand off forever.
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