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Well, this is OUR thing. “Hotel Ritz!” Chapter XXXI ANNA’S TEA PARTY “I suppose you haven’t the least idea who I am,” Lady Lescelles said, as she settled herself in Anna’s most comfortable chair. He ate of the bread with great appetite, and having drunk as much as he chose of the water, poured the rest on the floor. Her birthday was four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five pounds. His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. As he gazed at these lights, they suddenly seemed to disappear, and a tremendous shock was felt throughout the frame of the boat. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck.
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