The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. She stepped into his arms. " "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable.
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