But for him she might have been alive and happy. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. CHAPTER XXXII. ‘Don’t dare address me by such a title.
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