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. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. How would he act when he learned that it had vanished? She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. Both of them would be committing novel and unforgettable acts. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening.
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