They were the three most beautiful women I had ever seen. The other lay unconscious in a heap. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. No man knew whence she had come nor why. Like the Valades, I imagine. “I don’t see there’s any getting away from the fact that you and I love each other,” he said, slowly.
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