It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. “No doubt about that, I fancy,” Meddoes answered lightly. She was as lovely in the spirit as in the flesh. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step.
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