Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. The evenings were dulcet and soft. Grudgingly he admired her. “Well, anyhow, consider it open. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals.
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