“Why do you kill me?” Michelle asked. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. Opposite, his pupil stood with bowed head and clasped hands. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. She sprang to her feet and stood listening with parted lips and eager eyes.
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