“I had a visit from Sir John in my rooms,” she said. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. “That’s what we narcs have to do. Between comrades it is the most usual thing in the world, and I do not see how your sex intervenes. She pulled herself together and put her eye to the eye-piece.
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