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The open doorway frames a strange picture--a picture on which I gaze with blank astonishment. There is a section of deep-blue sky lit with stars, the opposite house gable very clear in the bright moonlight, and in the foreground a tall woman, wrapped from head to foot in a soft grey opera-cloak, with a hood drawn closely over her head.
"Let me come in!" she demands impatiently--"quick!"