She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. ” “Shall we go now?” “I think I would like to listen to music. She stared at his pleading face. CHAPTER XVIII. .
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