He waited. The lady reseated
herself, watching him expectantly. Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident
disposition to rescue. ‘What a fate he finds for me. “Which one?”
“The Miss Pellissier in whose rooms you were, and who sings at the ‘Unusual,’”
Courtlaw answered. ‘Because I’m a female,’ declared Lucilla unanswerably. “Quite on my own,” she said. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed
open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a
saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the
fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished,
and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Anna leaned forward, watching the people in the streets.
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