Chapter 55 No.55

He had paid his bill. His luggage had been carried downstairs. There was still a full quarter of an hour to wait. He sat in his bedroom smoking furiously. Before he met her again, he wanted to know precisely what had happened to himself-and, perhaps, to her.

He was filled with self-distrust. His newly discovered propensity for falling in love wa

            
            

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