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“Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. . “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. I’M shaken. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. What beasts men are! I cannot typewrite, my three stories are still wandering round, two milliners have refused me as a lay figure because business was so bad. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains, into the apartment that served as a reception-room.
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