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Almost as soon as they entered the flat, French had again to hail the / reappearance of his "luck. " Better, a thousand times better, to stand in / this place with Donald Paul than with Horace Fingall's widow!
Donald Paul, slipping the key into the rusty lock, had opened the door / and drawn back to let the visitor pass. The studio was cold and / empty-how empty and how cold! No one had lived in the flat since / Fingall's death: during the first months following it the widow had used / the studio to store his pictures, and only now that the last were sold, / or distributed for sale among the dealers, had the place been put in the / hands of the agents-like Mrs. Morland's house in Kensington.