Will I meet you there?’ ‘Yes, yes, I shall await you. I did so. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. She rang again with the same result. The doctor drew out the contents hopefully. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat.
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