‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. “But, forgive me, you are tired. I suspect he has a bit of vanity. The rich, heavy food sat in her stomach like so many soft pebbles. And Ritter’s, too, was very amusing and foreign and discreet; a little rambling room with a number of small tables, with red electric light shades and flowers.
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