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If ever I could bring myself to ask you any favour, I would ask you to forget even as I have forgotten. You know what's what. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. “I don’t know much about the technique of music,” he said at last, with his eyes upon her. He was no longer in military uniform, and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed while preparing for an evening engagement. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself.
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