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"To-night," young Davenant declared, with something which was suspiciously like a yawn, "I really think that we must chuck it just a little earlier. Shall we say that we leave here at two, and get back to the hotel?"
Mademoiselle Rosine pouted, but said nothing. The young lady from America tried to take Macheson's hand.