“Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. His advice was mostly practical. You are the woman I love, Anna. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. I was engaged to dine with your sister and her husband, and I sent a wire.
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