She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. But his own ferocity was less now that she was disarmed. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances.
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