Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. " "Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. That is what stands between us, if you would know—that. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform.
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