The doctor stood, with his hand on the doorknob, and gave a final look back into his wife's boudoir. There was nothing in that room suggestive of town or of town life and work--delicate green and white, a mossy carpet, masses of spring flowers; cool, soft, noiseless, fragrant.…
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