One has to train one’s self not to. As the secret door opened, the sounds within the house came at once to her ears: the tramping of feet above, and the hoarse voices echoing through the mansion. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. Of course I know nothing of what really did happen in Paris—if even you ever saw him there. Ann Veronica glanced at the mirror to discover a flushed and dishevelled disorder. I was grateful. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute.
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