The Box with Broken Seals by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"I guess I can lie close," she replied, looking at him through half-closed eyes. "Just how am I to size that up, though?" He looked at her appraisingly, a little cruelly. The effect of her beautiful figure was almost ruined by the cheap and unbecoming clothes in which she was attired. Her hat, with its huge hatpins and ultra-fashionable height, was hideous. She exuded perfumes. Her silk stockings and suede shoes were the only reasonable things about her. The former she was displaying with some recklessness as she leaned back upon the settee. "I once told you," he said calmly, "that there was no woman in the world for whom I felt the slightest affection." "Well?" "That is no longer the case." Her eyes glittered. "Who is she?" "It is not necessary for you to know," he answered coldly. "She happens, however, to be concerned in the business which I have on hand. She has been of great assistance to me, and she may yet be the means of helping me to final success. I cannot afford to have her upset by any false impressions." She looked at him almost wonderingly. "If you're not the limit!" she exclaimed. "Nothing matters to you except to |
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