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The late afternoon, en effet. My letters are returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. ” “She has chances?” he said, helping her out.
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