" "Ah! Sometimes I wonder I don't run amok and kill someone," said the Wastrel, in broken English. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. . What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jailfever in consequence. He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. I was grateful.
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