’ Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat.
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