The Wastrel did not relish this. ” He nodded twice, with his eyes on the fire, as though that was a formal statement. “I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. ” She threw away the end of her cigarette. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex.
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