Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. Couldn’t make head nor tail of that note of yours. and Mrs. A tall, clean-shaven man came out and walked rapidly through the room, exchanging greetings right and left, but evidently anxious to avoid being detained.
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