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"Well, good night, Mr. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. A slender young man, wearing glasses, appeared from the shadow of the nearest van. 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. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. "The other kid's given my partner the slip.
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