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You have been burning paper, I see. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. Lincoln lost to Glenbrook South miserably, the score eight to two. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. Superimposed was the agitating thought of what would follow the death of this unwelcome guest: confusion, poking authorities, British and American red tape.
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