It is only the women matter. ” 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. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment. He's a hundred miles sou'-east of me.
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