PRESTON CHENEY walked briskly down the street after he left his fiancée, his steps directed toward the Palace. It was seven o'clock, and he knew the Baroness would be at home.
He had determined upon heroic treatment for his own mental disease (as he regarded his peculiar sentiments toward Berene Dumont), and he had decided upon a similar course of treatment for the Baroness.
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