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The horror of those few
minutes was still with her. Valade, who was standing by
her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown
on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented
air. Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully. The comtesse always felt
Madame Valade to be not of her class, of course. "
So saying, he took hold of a ring in the floor, and disclosed a flight of steps,
down which he hurried, followed by the janizaries. Her
white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants
caked with mud.
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