Charcoal. She twisted her fingers tightly. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. “Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. Just let him down easy, Lucy. Maggot.
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