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They are the only happy women in the Orient. I don't want her hurt. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest, and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen better days. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom. "The feeling is dead within my breast. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. Life is morality—life is adventure. He screamed in pain, doubling over with a howl as she stumbled out of the bed.
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