You can’t go. She laughed a little bitterly. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. " "How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. G.
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