The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest. ‘You are the one that I have met in London. ’ A derisive snort greeted this passage. ” She turned and fitted the latchkey into the door. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus.
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