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She did not notice the roar of the dragon's golden scales, nor distinguish above the manifold lights of London the small, red glare of his eyes. SHE DID NOT NOTICE THE ROAR OF THE DRAGON'S GOLDEN SCALES NOR DISTINGUISH ABOVE THE MANIFOLD LIGHTS OF LONDON THE SMALL RED GLARE OF HIS EYES
are in the guidance of the destinies of the empire, should utterly fade from her memory, she would merely have said in that affected voice of hers, "Go to!" There was nothing about it in the daily Press, the policy of her father's party had no provision for it, there was no hint of it in conversation at evening parties to which Miss Cubbidge went: there was nothing to warn her at all that a loathsome dragon with golden scales that rattled as he went should have come up clean out of the prime of romance and gone by night (so far as we know) through Hammersmith, and come to Ardle Mansions, and then had turned to his left, which of course brought him to Miss Cubbidge's father's house. There sat Miss Cubbidge at evening on her balcony quite alone, waiting for her father to be made a baronet. She was wearing walking-boots and a hat and a low-necked evening dress; for a painter was but just now painting her portrait and neither she nor the painter saw anything odd in the strange combination. THUMPING MAJORITY TO SHARE IN THE GUIDANCE OF THE DESTINIES OF THE EMPIRE SHOULD UTTERLY FADE FROM HER MEMORY SHE WOULD MERELY HAVE SAID IN THAT AFFECTED VOICE OF HERS GO TO THERE WAS NOTHING ABOUT IT IN THE DAILY PRESS THE POLICY OF HER FATHER'S PARTY HAD NO PROVISION FOR IT THERE WAS NO HINT OF IT IN CONVERSATION AT EVENING PARTIES TO WHICH MISS CUBBAGE WENT THERE WAS NOTHING TO WARN HER AT ALL THAT A LOATHSOME DRAGON WITH GOLDEN SCALES THAT RATTLED AS HE WENT WOULD HAVE COME UP CLEAN OUT OF THE PRIME OF ROMANCE AND GONE BY NIGHT SO FAR AS WE KNOW THROUGH HAMMERSMITH AND COME TO ARDLE MANSION AND THEN HAD TURNED TO HIS LEFT WHICH OF COURSE BROUGHT HIM TO MISS CUBBAGE'S FATHER'S HOUSE THERE SAT MISS CUBBAGE AT EVENING ON HER BALCONY QUITE ALONE WAITING FOR HER FATHER TO BE MADE A BARONET SHE WAS WEARING WALKING BOOTS AND A HAT AND A LOW NECKED EVENING DRESS FOR A PAINTER WAS BUT JUST NOW PAINTING HER PORTRAIT AND NEITHER SHE NOR THE PAINTER SAW ANYTHING ODD IN THIS STRANGE COMBINATION
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