I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore. He dropped the key on the counterpane. It’s best. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. I was a novelty. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene.
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