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"What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. Sheila was often a terror to her husband Mark, who seemed afraid of her. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. If she could have held it in, perhaps the Virgin Mary would have sent her a miracle as reward for her strength. 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. “That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day.
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