The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. “I’m sorry. But for perfect satisfaction, he must take a peek into the bedroom. The key is in my trousers. "I was coming to give you intelligence of a comical trick played by this rascal, when I find him here—the last place, I own, where I should have expected to find him.
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