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F. Then she stood up and looked around the room. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. ’ The shift threw Melusine’s attention off the errant major for the moment. 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. “I noticed him call her attention to us as we passed down the room,” he answered.
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