’ A panel slid open and she stepped into the relative light of the little dressingroom, Kimble close behind her. “I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. ” John replied. Let me only wear your livery. ’ She waved towards a handy table to one side which was piled high with so many volumes, it looked in imminent danger of crashing to the floor. Everything, my dear, everything!. There is a musical programme, and we have the windows open and blinds up, and a pink lamp shade over the piano lamp—a sort of advertisement of the place, you know. It may be well, therefore, before proceeding farther, to describe it more minutely.
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