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Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering
an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. He replied, \"Want to go sit down somewhere?\"
\"Sure. “Where am I?” he muttered. "
Downstairs he sought the hotel manager. "Is it
indeed you, or am I dreaming?"
"You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his
chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. It was
something that Sebastian had refused to do, a lifestyle
that he placed himself above. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. You made
that thing?”
“From a kit. I suppose most of our daughters would marry
organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age.
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