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Chapter 1
THE LADY OF THE CIVET FURS
Henry Leroux wrote busily on. The light of the table-lamp, softened andenriched by its mosaic shade, gave an appearance of added opulence tothe already handsome appointments of the room. The little table-clockticked merrily from half-past eleven to a quarter to twelve.
Into the cozy, bookish atmosphere of the novelist\'s study penetratedthe muffled chime of Big Ben; it chimed the three-quarters.
THE LADY OF THE CIVET FURS
Henry Leroux wrote busily on. The light of the table-lamp, softened andenriched by its mosaic shade, gave an appearance of added opulence tothe already handsome appointments of the room. The little table-clockticked merrily from half-past eleven to a quarter to twelve.
Into the cozy, bookish atmosphere of the novelist\'s study penetratedthe muffled chime of Big Ben; it chimed the three-quarters.
