His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. “But, of course, she may have come from one of the other flats. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. But one must disguise oneself.
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