˝You must think me-er-very rude,˝ began Leroux; ˝I mean-notto open the door. But˝...
He hesitated when about to open the outer door, raising hishands to his dishevelled hair and unshaven chin. The flap of theletter-box dropped; and the girl outside could be heard stiflingher laughter.
But one unto himWill softly moveAnd softly woo himIn ways of love.