She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. “Just leave them with me for now, Clotilde. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired.
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