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"To-morrow I go away for a change," Flora Quayne announced, enthroned upon her couch, a glass of champagne in one hand, a pate de foie gras sandwich in the other. "That is why I begged all of you nice people to come in and say good night before you went upstairs. So many of you have been kind to me and when one is afflicted as I am one needs kindness."
"You make a great deal too much of your affliction, Miss Quayne," Mrs.