john9221
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he Rue Crécy.”
We followed; the carriage drove fast; myself and Graham were silent.
This seemed like an adventure.
Somelittletimebeinglostinseekingourownequipagewereached
thehotelperhapsabouttenminutesafterthesestrangers.Itwasanhotel
intheforeignsense:acollectionofdwelling-housesnotaninn—avast
loftypilewithahugearchtoitsstreet-doorleadingthroughavaulted
covered wayinto a square all built round.
Wealightedpassedupawidehandsomepublicstaircaseand
stoppedatNuméro2onthesecondlanding;thefirstfloorcomprising
theabodeofIknownotwhat“princeRusse”asGrahaminformedme.
Onringingthebellatasecondgreatdoorwewereadmittedtoasuiteof
veryhandsomeapartments.Announcedbyaservantinliverywe
enteredadrawing-roomwhosehearthglowedwithanEnglishfireand
whosewallsgleamedwithforeignmirrors.Nearthehearthappeareda
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littlegroup:aslightformsunkinadeeparm-chaironeortwowomen
busy about itthe iron-grey gentl [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n anxiously looking on.
“WhereisHarriet?IwishHarrietwouldcometome”saidthegirlish
voicefaintly.
“WhereisMrs.Hurst?”d[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]ndedthegentl[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]nimpatientlyand
somewhat sternly of the man-servant who had admitted us.
“Iamsorrytosaysheisgoneoutoftownsir;myyoungladygaveher
leave till to-morrowyilai:
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an ill nature."
WhysaidyoungPartington
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