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The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. Her mind left her. She was quite unconcerned. “We have to be— modern. “Did you tell him?” Capes smiled faintly. “It can’t make any difference to you, and there are not half a dozen people in Paris who could tell us apart. “I promise, Lucy. ” Lucy cried, drawing attention from the somber crowd. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard.
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