” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. 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. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. \"Thanks. Oh! that Mr.
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