” Chapter XII THE POSTER OF “ALCIDE” On Saturday mornings there was deposited on the plate of each guest at breakfast time, a long folded paper with Mrs. ’ ‘But it was not your fault,’ protested Gosse, shocked. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. ” He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit apartment on the ground floor.
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