Sheppard, distractedly. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant across from each other. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. Fired with wrath, Spurlock recounted the Canton episode. “I have never forgotten.
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