. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. Perhaps she had found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful. Jonathan, however, still lingered. " "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. "That's your hunting ground," said the doctor. “I—I shall be all right directly. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. .
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