" "Why not?" rejoined Mrs. Hell's curses! that after all my precautions I should be thus entrapped. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window.
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