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One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. Do not be a fool, Jacques. Man or woman. "Yes, yes," replied Edgeworth Bess. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. There was, in fact, only one clear thought in his fevered brain: he had reached the hotel without falling down.
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