“I shall never be able to thank you. \" She opened the front door with her keys, stepping inside. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. Into one of these he waded and rolled and rolled, despite her commands. . ” He signed his name and reflected. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her.
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