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 You may be able to do what you like with your husband; but I'm not that sort of man. You're going to do exactly what I"

But just then an Arab servant brought a note to him.

Ogle interrupted his dressing not only to read the note, but also to sit down on the side of his bed and take his head in his hands. Recalling what he had just been saying to Isabella Clarkson, he was able to produce a feeble and nauseated laughter before he rose; then, returning to his mirror to perfect his neckgear, he made with precision the neatest semblance of a black butterfly below the two white triangles of his collar. After that, before going down to join Hyacinthe, he gave a little time to the well-favoured but somewhat stricken-looking portrait within the glass. He sneered at it. "You withdraw your remarks to Miss Clarkson, I gather!" he said aloud; and