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Not like my father. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. He wrote
poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly
infinite memory. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and
commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it
was striking. ” She said as the car stopped. This purse," he added, chinking it in the air, "and
this ring, were given me for him just now by the lady, who made a false step on
leaving your house. Oh, what’s his name? It’s
on the tip of my tongue. It vosh plain he vent dat vay. ”
She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street
opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by
Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two
pieces of luggage. . “My chief,” he said, “took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party.
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