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But we cannot discuss this here. He'll settle it bravely. “Good God!” he exclaimed. Brendon was silent. ‘Not from the nuns, no. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. "My mother is avenged. "What! you still hesitate! Will that rouse you, coward?" And she gave him a smart rap on the head. “What do you think of that?” he asked. 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.
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