ARE ALL MEN ALIKE
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there with her hand on the door-knob. She stood there for what seemed a very long time.
"To-morrow at three," she repeated in her dead voice, with just the faintest trace of a shiver shaking her huddled figure. It was not altogether a question; it was not altogether an answer.
But it was enough for Uhlan, who passed with a dignity not untouched with triumph out through the open door. Yet Teddie's shiver, as she stood staring after him, was the thoracic râle of her youth. And down on her protesting body, for the first time in her life, pressed a big flanged instrument with indented surfaces, like a pair of iron jaws from which she could not entirely free herself.
