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"Some idiot," remarked Eustace Vernon, sipping Vermouth at a little table, "insists that, if you sit long enough outside the Cafe de la Paix, you will see everyone you have ever known or ever wanted to know pass by. I have sat here for half-an-hour -- and -- _voila_."
"You met me, half an hour ago," said the other man.