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“Hotel Ritz!” Chapter XXXI ANNA’S TEA PARTY “I suppose you haven’t the least idea who I am,” Lady Lescelles said, as she settled herself in Anna’s most comfortable chair. ‘He had run away with a Frenchwoman, you see, but Everett Charvill—I refer to the general—took care to conceal the matter. She, having all the confidence in the world, ripped off an end and drew out the contents—a letter and a check. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like a cuckolded old maid. No, I thank you. I was looking for rooms last week. ” The talk was animated, and remained always brilliant in form even when it ceased to be brilliant in substance.
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