The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. That’s how things are; that’s the order of the world. ” “Did any one see you leave the flat?” he asked. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. “I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would recognize me. “It is just six o’clock now. “I am lonely.
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