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I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. I’m not such a bad sort. The Red Room. But probably not the truth. “Most of it is ugly and frowsy,” she declared, “but it isn’t worth talking about. I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore. ’ ‘That we shall see. She made up her mind in the train home that it should be a decisive crisis. Light the lantern. Heaven alone knows why.
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