A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. No! I do not even know that he cares for me. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. " "Mr.
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