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"Travelling, sir," a curt parlour-maid announced from Mrs. Donald Paul's / threshold in Kensington; adding, as young Willis French's glance slipped / over her shoulder down a narrow and somewhat conventional perspective of / white panelling and black prints: "If there's any message you'd like to / write"-
He did not know if there were or not; but he instantly saw that his / hesitation would hold the house-door open a minute longer, and thus give / him more time to stamp on his memory the details of the cramped London / hall, beyond which there seemed no present hope of penetrating.