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"Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Dutchman, removing the pipe from his mouth, and speaking in a deep and guttural voice, "leave the affair to Johannes. It’s a thing that’s happened to you. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. " "If you stir, I'll call him!" rejoined Winifred. "There's a young woman. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. Our quarrel's quite over. You told him there wasn't anything in the pockets?" "Yes. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her.
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