The window was open upon its outlook of brick walls and drab, barren again yards. Into the back room over the back alley between the black walls had crept the Harbinger. A black mark towards you, Mr. Peters, in the sacred ledger of Cupid. It was ridiculous, and but--- Properly, it is a rat trap, and also you, madam and sir and all of us, are in it.

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