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She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. She felt very cool as he opened the door for her, as if she should have chic sunglasses and stiletto heels on, dark red lipstick. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. I’m a Socialist, Miss Stanley. “And, you know, you’re altering us all. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. ‘The secret passage!’ It did not take long to find the mechanism of the candlesconce that opened the door.
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