He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. You may have something to conceal, you may not. And I think also that Gosse—I mean that one who calls himself Valade—stole it. "I have something further to tell you," pursued Winifred. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans.
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