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Before dressing, Philippe Dellion pulled aside the window-curtains, and, looking out into the light-spangled night, watched the carriage lamps passing to and fro in the busy street. For a moment or two the sight pleased him; he had been in this room, separated from the outer world, for the space of two hours.
"What are you looking at, _mon petit_?" asked Madame de Gromance, sitting up in the bed and arranging her tumbled hair. "Do strike a light, it is impossible to see a thing."