A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. Ireton rushed forward to open the wicket for him. ’ ‘But he gives them to me. She has been a dear. Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I can't leave you in this way. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering.
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