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This was the worst
summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I
can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin
Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there
wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out. ”
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. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. The turnkey looked
round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. A
34
large nose. No idea that you
were here, though.
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