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To-night she could have hugged both the old maids. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions.
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