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“Were you thinking of private apartments, a boarding-house or an hotel?” she asked. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. Here and there, a rectangular patch, darker than the rest, showed that some had been removed. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. Gerald shook his head. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess.
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