"The poor young man!" she said. ” She appraised him. ‘But what is it that amuses you, Jacques?’ Kimble’s grin spread wider. Presently he felt motion. Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay.
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