He knew what he knew. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. As far as I recollect, there were two. The truth was impossible, indecent.
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