She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. But the survey was satisfactory, and she found herself presently in Room No. Even this man had accepted her for “Alcide” without a moment’s question. If they come here to walk around, they will hear us.
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