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It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. “We played at love-making in Paris. You need not tell me, but a lawyer is different.
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