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About the time cloaks were being sought, Culpepper came strolling to hunt Selina.
"I'll walk back with you," he said easily.
We're all pitiable and ignoble, which is to say, human creatures. If Selina had admitted the slightest feeling of chagrin earlier in the evening, that feeling found satisfaction now. Moreover, she was looking that very best of hers again, which means she was sparkling and coloring and laughing, a thing calculated to increase one's satisfaction. She gave Culpepper a share of this sparkle and this color as she replied:
"Mr. Jones is going to take me home, thank you, Culpepper. He says it's quite dark and snowing fast."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
There were escorts for everybody and Selina and Mr. Jones started out alone. He guided her down the Harrisons' snow-laden front steps.
"Give me your hand. There's enough snow to be treacherous. Put your foot here, and here, and here."