“I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. She was curious to know why he had boarded a dingy train instead of hailing a cab or his own private chauffeur like the others in expensive suits were doing. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors. And for me there is only one treasure-house. Now I’d like the rest of your story. I am already too much flattered that you should have given me your confidence. To that, perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. She and Courtlaw drove homewards together. It was her past now, not Annabel’s.
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