She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. Give me but leave to try. Her eyes were lit with a gleam of humour. Where her
husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in
some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without
kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. "
"Well, imagination beats me!"
"It's something Ruth saw. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. She noticed an
odd new gleam in Michelle’s eyes, a focus she had not
noticed before.
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