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Mr. Blagdon was a late riser; on this particular morning it was eleven o'clock as he stood lathering his great sensual face, in front of a shaving-glass. The operation was but half completed, when his valet entered, and, clearing his throat, said:
"Beg pardon, sir, but Mrs. Blagdon has just arrived and is asking to see you."