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When Lance's excited feelings had somewhat calmed down he opened the windows of his stuffy apartment, fetched a blanket out of the bedroom, and lay down on the sofa. Instantly the delicious sense of relaxation stole over him again. He was safe for the moment; his troubles had to wait; he slept.
When he awoke, the afternoon sun was streaming through his windows and Freda's watch told him it was three o'clock. He looked around at his luxurious chamber. A bit garish; too many rugs, cushions, lamps, and pictures. It looked as if it had been ordered in one lot from an expensive department store. However, the contrast with Mrs. Peake's rear hall room made Lance grin.