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"
Yes
--
go
on
a
tiger-hunting
expedition
in
India
,
"
--
he
suggested
--
"
Or
kill
elephants
in
Africa
.
It
is
what
a
great
many
men
do
when
their
wives
forget
themselves
.
Several
well-known
husbands
are
abroad
just
now
!
"
Again
the
brilliant
enigmatical
smile
flashed
over
his
face
--
but
I
could
not
smile
in
answer
.
I
stared
moodily
out
of
the
window
at
the
bare
autumnal
fields
,
past
which
the
train
flew
--
bare
of
harvest
--
stripped
of
foliage
--
like
my
own
miserable
life
.
"
Come
and
winter
with
me
in
Egypt
,
"
--
he
continued
--
"
Come
in
my
yacht
'
The
Flame
,
'
--
we
will
take
her
to
Alexandria
--
and
then
do
the
Nile
in
a
dahabeah
,
and
forget
that
such
frivolous
dolls
as
women
exist
except
to
be
played
with
by
us
'
superior
'
creatures
and
thrown
aside
.
"
"
Egypt
--
--
the
Nile
!
"
I
murmured
--
somehow
the
idea
pleased
me
--
"
Yes
--
--
why
not
?
"
"
Why
not
indeed
!
"
he
echoed
--
"
The
proposal
is
agreeable
to
you
I
am
sure
.
Come
and
see
the
land
of
the
old
gods
--
the
land
where
my
princess
used
to
live
and
torture
the
souls
of
men
!
--
perhaps
we
may
discover
the
remains
of
her
last
victim
--
--
who
knows
!
"
I
avoided
his
gaze
;
--
the
recollection
of
the
horrible
winged
thing
he
persisted
in
imagining
to
be
the
transmigrated
soul
of
an
evil
woman
,
was
repugnant
to
me
.
Almost
I
felt
as
if
there
were
some
subtle
connection
between
that
hateful
creature
and
my
wife
Sibyl
.
I
was
glad
when
the
train
reached
London
,
and
we
,
taking
a
hansom
,
were
plunged
into
the
very
vortex
of
human
life
.
The
perpetual
noise
of
traffic
,
the
motley
crowds
of
people
,
the
shouting
of
news-boys
and
omnibus-conductors
--
all
this
hubbub
was
grateful
to
my
ears
,
and
for
a
time
at
least
,
distracted
my
thoughts
.
We
lunched
at
the
Savoy
,
and
amused
ourselves
with
noting
the
town
noodles
of
fashion
--
the
inane
young
man
in
the
stocks
of
the
stiff
high
collar
,
and
wearing
the
manacles
of
equally
stiff
and
exaggerated
cuffs
,
a
veritable
prisoner
in
the
dock
of
silly
custom
--
the
frivolous
fool
of
a
woman
,
painted
and
powdered
,
with
false
hair
and
dyed
eyebrows
,
trying
to
look
as
much
like
a
paid
courtezan
as
possible
--
the
elderly
matron
,
skipping
forward
on
high
heels
,
and
attempting
by
the
assumption
of
juvenile
airs
and
graces
to
cover
up
and
conceal
the
obtrusive
facts
of
a
too
obvious
paunch
and
overlapping
bosom
--
the
would-be
dandy
and
'
beau
'
of
seventy
,
strangely
possessed
by
youthful
desires
,
and
manifesting
the
same
by
goat-like
caperings
at
the
heels
of
young
married
women
;
--
these
and
such-like
contemptible
units
of
a
contemptible
social
swarm
,
passed
before
us
like
puppets
at
a
country
fair
,
and
aroused
us
in
turn
to
laughter
or
disdain
.
While
we
yet
lingered
over
our
wine
,
a
man
came
in
alone
,
and
sat
down
at
the
table
next
to
ours
;
--
he
had
with
him
a
book
,
which
,
after
giving
his
orders
for
luncheon
,
he
at
once
opened
at
a
marked
place
and
began
to
read
with
absorbed
attention
--
I
recognised
the
cover
of
the
volume
and
knew
it
to
be
Mavis
Clare
's
"
Differences
.
"
A
haze
floated
before
my
sight
--
a
sensation
of
rising
tears
was
in
my
throat
--
I
saw
the
fair
face
,
earnest
eyes
,
and
sweet
smile
of
Mavis
--
that
woman-wearer
of
the
laurel-crown
--
that
keeper
of
the
lilies
of
purity
and
peace
.
Alas
,
those
lilies
!
--
they
were
for
me
"
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fleurs
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