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"As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. He felt her observance and warmed to it. Men usually do. To vault over the pews was the work of a moment; and having gained the entry leading to the Red Room he passed through the first door; his progress being only impeded by the pile of broken stones, which he himself had raised. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. I am your first, of course you feel strongly. ’ He bowed slightly, and indicated the house behind them with a wave of his hand.
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