" "Here it is," replied Edgeworth Bess. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. I knew it was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint, so I had recourse to stratagem. Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest.
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