“You know nothing about the stage. Paul’s, were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage.
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