“Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. No: I must face it out. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated. So that way is closed. This is a case either of suicide or murder. ‘He isn’t Valade, and the Comtesse de St Erme is absolutely furious. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth.
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