She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. “You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address, mademoiselle,” he said curtly. And no ill-chances. “You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. She deserves what has befallen her. “Here, dis is for you.
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