“John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. I was curious about that. ‘As to that, I am a devil, say the nuns. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure.
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