There came a sharp patter of rain against the windows.
“Rain! It only wanted that! It’s going to be perfectly beastly!” cried Germaine.
“Oh, well, you must make the best of it. At any rate you’re well wrapped up, and the night is warm enough, 长沙桑拿洗浴休闲中心 though it is raining,” said the Duke. “Still, I could have wished that Lupin confined his operations to fine weather.” He paused, and added cheerfully, “But, after all, it will lay the dust.”
They sat for three or four minutes in a dull silence, listening to the pattering of the rain against the panes. The Duke took his cigarette-case from his pocket and lighted a cigarette.
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With that he set about lighting all the lamps in the hall.
There were lamps on stands, lamps on brackets, lamps on tables, and lamps which hung from the roof—old-fashioned lamps with new reservoirs, new lamps of 长沙桑拿价格 what is called chaste design, brass lamps, silver lamps, and lamps in porcelain. The Duke lighted them one after another, patiently, missing none, with a cold perseverance. The operation was punctuated by exclamations from Germaine. They were all to the effect that she could not understand how he could be such a fool. The Duke paid no attention whatever to her. His face illumined with boyish glee, he lighted lamp after lamp.
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He caught the millionaire by the arm, hurried him through the outer
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The millionaire raised his voice in a terrific bellow of “Jean! Jean! Firmin! Firmin!”