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She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. ‘Did you see the man?’ Gerald asked. Too many. Hartford, Connecticut; she had registered that address; but there was something so mystifyingly Oriental about her that the address only thickened the haze behind which she moved.
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