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GEOFFREY BETTON woke rather late -- so late that the winter sunlight sliding across his warm red carpet struck his eyes as he turned on the pillow.
Strett, the valet, had been in, drawn the bath in the adjoining dressing-room, placed the crystal and silver cigarette-box at his side, put a match to the fire, and thrown open the windows to the bright morning air. It brought in, on the glitter of sun, all the shrill crisp morning noises -- those piercing notes of the American thoroughfare that seem to take a sharper vibration from the clearness of the medium through which they pass.