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The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. But for now, I’d like to turn in, if you don’t mind. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. ‘Still, the comtesse has them well in hand. 54 \"Yes?\" \"No one says 'Oh my word' anymore.
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