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IV. The number drew to a close, and John Chestnut sat alone at his table, stirring auxiliary bubbles in his glass of champagne. Just before the lights went on, there was a soft rasp of gold cloth, and Rags, flushed and breathing quickly, sank into her chair. Her eyes were shining with tears. John looked at her moodily. “Well, what did he say?” “He was very quiet.” “Didn’t he say a word?” Her hand trembled as she took up her glass of champagne. “He just looked at me while it was dark. And he said a few conventional things. He was like his pictures, only he looks very bored and tired. He didn’t even ask my name.” “Is he leaving New York to-night?” “In half an hour. He and his aides have a car outside, and they expect to be over the border before dawn.” “Did you find him—fascinating

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