The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. Half the rooms empty. A sudden knock at the door startled her. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them.
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