That night in his den he smoked many pipes. Plote was sleeping or deaf. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. “Indeed, no,” he answered.
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