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"A hundred pounds!" exclaimed Shotbolt. ” So they went this time to the Rococo, in Germain Street, and up-stairs to a landing upon which stood a bald-headed waiter with whiskers like a French admiral and discretion beyond all limits in his manner. At last his voice came to release her tension. CHAPTER I. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end.
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