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GENERAL DISCONTENT.
Elizabeth did not at once rejoin her friends.

Instead, she sank on to the low settee close to where she had been standing, and drew Tavernake down to her side.

She waved her hand across at the others, who were calling for her.
"In a moment, dear people," she said.
Then she leaned back among the cushions and laughed at her companion.
"Tell me, Mr.Tavernake," she asked, "don't you feel that you have stepped into a sort of modern Arabian Nights ?" "Why ?" "Oh, I know Mr.Pritchard's weakness," she continued.

"He loves to throw a glamour around everything he says or does.