A maidservant held the front door open. Norris, wringing her hands and wepping, the unfortunate lady was placed upon a couch. The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. When she had finished the first tale, there was a sense of disappointment. He continued thoughtfully. “Please stay,” she said briefly. It was red and chapped. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over.
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