Paul Block if his dead friend would somehow rescue backward， struck the frame of the wooden of his knees， and fell backward onto the Harold recalled was the crackling of the going up in flames. Then everything turned which slowly faded to black. The searing a comforting warmth that poured all around ~ff the blazing mattress and carrying him ~ol night air. 6 One AT THE NORTHEASTERN EDGE OF GOLDEN GATE PARK， A LIT- tle n~re than a mile from the Presidio Asylum for Incurables， Aidan McAuliffe paid the driver of a hansom cab and asked him to wait for a few minutes. Offering his arm to the young woman beside him， he led the way up the walk to the Hotel Willard， an imposing two-story house， fronted by a portico with four massive gold columns. Entering the hotel， the interior of which looked like a cross between a mansion and a bordello， the couple was greeted by a colorful woman whose unconventional though respeqt- able establishment catered to San Francisco s bohemian com- munity of singers， artists， and writers. After exchanging pleasantries， she quickly took her leave so Aidan and the lady could be alone in the parlor. A few minutes later they were in each other s arms， and Aidan knew Rachel Salomon would not be returning to her family s mansion on Nob Hill that night. \"Do I have to leave?\" she murmured， staring into his pale- blue eyes. She reached up and felt the firm line of his clean- 7
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