She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that was embedded around his scalp. “Hotel Ritz,” he said mechanically to the coachman. F. “You are neither of you in the least like the ordinary boarding-house young man. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face.
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