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Her bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. ‘Still, the comtesse has them well in hand. ’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and passing a tongue lightly over her lips. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. And probably the girl would wear herself out, too. ” “I will think of it,” she promised. I barely prevailed sometimes, but in the end, my wits were faster than their steel.
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