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All her life Marjorie Stedman would retain in her mind that picture of horror and humiliation. The great room, lit by hundreds of lights, the wails draped with Hags, the white tables flashing back the rays of the lamps, the pink faces turned to hers--and there, near at hand--and she shivered in a panic of fear--the sprawling figure of Pretoria Smith.
He was talking some weird, outlandish gibberish, talking fiercely as a drunken man will talk who is half conscious and half bemused; and above all, the serene figure of the Prince, standing with both his hands on the table, his head slightly bent, his unwavering eyes fixed upon the wreck before him.