“You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. To reach it would be a most difficult undertaking. I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. We can be married tomorrow in Paris. She ran to the lamp and extinguished it. As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall.
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