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But here she met with a check. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. She turned a resolute face southward. “You’ll get me to allude to it, but you’d have to torture me to admit it. It's my way when I'm ruffled. It was time to get up.
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