‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady. " "Not now—not now!" she returned, with a shudder. The phone did not ring. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. The devil is on top, not below. Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched. But I'm thinking of asking Josh Durkin. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide.
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