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It was nearly nine o'clock, and for the moment the Casino was very empty, / for the afternoon players had left, and the evening _serie_, as M. / Polperro contemptuously called them -- the casual crowd of night visitors / to Lacville -- had not yet arrived from Paris.
"And now," said Madame Wachner, suddenly, "is it not time for us to go / and 'ave our little supper?"