She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. "I'm armed; you are not. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. . He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table.
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