He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. It was locked. My letters are returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock.
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