I felt—I felt living in a masked world. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. I somehow understood. " "Good enough for me. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned.
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