She waited a few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood as the building’s lone sentry. ’ He nodded. "There!" cried Mrs. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner.
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