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Brown strode to center stage and Lucy quieted the instruments with a gesture. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt. She tried to think how people get work. We were only—les autres. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy.
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