His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. “My God!” he said again. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale.
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