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” 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. “A confusion of motives—that’s what I am!. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his myrmidons. He was all alone, too. His subconscious sensed the unnaturalness of it and recoiled. Knew something was up.
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