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Arnold Rent seemed to be striving for words to express his feelings. He pressed his hand to his throat as if something had risen and choked him. There was a deadly pallor on his face, too, which some of the guests did not fail to notice. They were quiet now, for this _dénouement_ was calculated to suppress the frivolous spirits even of Mrs. Bromley-Martin's guests.
"Tell us some more," the hostess murmured.