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Mr. “Martin Chen!” Michelle shouted his name in an
outburst, like an invocation. She hurried with Jack as fast as she could
to the open door to the passage. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank,
where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had
thoroughly advised her. He was an
outside broker and the proprietor of a financial newspaper; he had come up very
rapidly in the last few years, and Mr. That he had resolved
upon its execution, whatever it might be, was evident from his saying aloud,—
"I will do it. ’
Her gaze followed the butler, who was moving towards the door. With a gesture which was without any
kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure
on the floor and gave the room number. The young man was
mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of
the other guests to draw him into conversation. ”
She raked into the fire with the poker. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. ”
“Certainly,” Mrs.
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