“I believe,” he said stiffly, “that these are the apartments of Miss Pellissier. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. Give up your lonely hours of work here. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence.
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