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It should be obvious enough then that they hailed their approaching separation with relief. Bohun had been promised by one of the secretaries at the Embassy that rooms would be found for him. Jerry intended to "hang out" at one of the hotels. The Astoria was, he believed, the right place.
"I shall go to the France for tonight," Bohun declared, having lived, it would seem, in Petrograd all his days. "Look me up, old man, won't you?"