What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. She wedged the towel between her legs. “Do you believe me now?” She asked. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. "The poor young man!" she said.
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