“The car is here, madam.”
Shelmerdene turned to her.
“Gracious, madam, however will you go out with your eyes like that? Oh, dear!”
“Hurry, Foster; dress me! I shall be terribly late!”
THE END
FOOTNOTES:
[A] Armenian Revolutionary Societies.
[B] With apologies to, I believe, Catulle Mendès, but I am not sure, for I have not read his works. I would like to, but my French is limited. On the publication of this tale in a journal, a friend told me that the idea had already been used by Catulle Mendès: but I have retained it, I am not sure why.
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