The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. ‘Now what?’ The guard jerked his head up the corridor.
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