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"It's all ovah now!" exclaimed Lloyd, stifling a yawn and looking around / the deserted drawing-room, where the candles burned low in their / sconces, and the faded roses were dropping their petals on the floor. / Mr. Forbes and Doctor Tremont had just driven away to catch the midnight / express for New York, and the last guest but Rob had departed.
"It's all over with that gown of yours, too, isn't it?" asked Phil, / glancing at the airy pink skirt, down whose entire front breadth ran a / wide, zigzag rent. "It's too bad, for it's the most becoming one I've / seen you wear yet. I'm sorry it must be retired from public life so / early in its career."