His name was Peter. “It was the night you left Paris. ‘You see, it’s difficult to do a service for someone when you don’t know who they are, or what they’re up to. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. Then I assumed a rather portentous manner to prepare him.
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