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For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. They found a river pool and disrobed together as they had for hundreds of years. ’ ‘No, I won’t. The stage manager came out from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom. The Reaper is not sated yet. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot.
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