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My sweetheart friend...
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Salois Diane |
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My sweetheart friend... |
Date: |
Sun, 19 Nov 2006 02:03:05 +0000 |
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latch-key being softly turned in the lock. Clutching his briefcase with
damp, cold hands Rimsky felt that if that scraping noise in the keyhole were
to last much longer his nerves would snap and he would scream.
At last the door gave way and Varenukha slipped noiselessly into the
office. Rimsky collapsed into an armchair. Gasping for air, he smiled what
was meant to be an ingratiating smile and whispered :
'God, what a fright you gave me. . . .'
Terrifying as this sudden appearance was, it had its hopeful side--it
cleared up at least one little mystery in this whole baffling affair.
'Tell me, tell me, quickly! . . .' croaked Rimsky, clutching at his
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Salois Diane <=