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She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. It would surely be only common politeness to drop her a hint—a fellow countrywoman too. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. “I couldn’t help it. This was the worst summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out. " "I don't wonder at it," rejoined Gay.
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