She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. “Have either of you been out of this room since you discovered what had happened?” he asked. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now. He resolved to judge for himself. .
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