It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. When mistress took and died—’ Joan broke off and sighed, moving away to the window. Now, you know where he is bound. What a heat that news had wrought. A disconcerting gray eye that had a mystifying depth. “Hotel Ritz,” he said mechanically to the coachman.
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