" "It is folded under your pillow. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described.
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