There was—a service. “Ssh!” said her mother, and then added, “A little natural feeling, dear. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. She obeyed, extending her arm. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. ’ ‘Nonsense, it’ll give Pottiswick something genuine to complain about,’ said Gerald cheerfully, moving to the edge of the trees.
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