She had never been in this part of Paris before, only reading of it in the novels of Duvain; or seeing it at the Grand Guignol. So this was the Montmartre? That horror where danger lurked under cover of night, where innocent souls perished without warning -- where doom confronted the unwary -- where the Apache reveled. She moved cautiously in the shadow of the high wall, lookin... (展開全部)
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