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The autumn sun shone brightly into the artistic little sitting-room at the _Berkeley Hotel_, overlooking Piccadilly and the Green Park, where, next morning, I was seated alone with Lola.
She was dressed in a pretty, neatly-made gown of a delicate brown shade, with silk stockings and smart little shoes to match, and as she leaned back in her cosy arm-chair, her pointed chin upon her white hand, her big blue eyes, so full of expression, were turned upon me, their brows slightly knit in her earnestness.