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She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. Bravo!—the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. Only a few, but enough for me to understand that some act had driven you to this part of the world, where the hunted hide.
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