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171
This
little
passage
came
back
to
him
the
next
morning
,
as
he
opened
his
hotel
window
on
the
early
roar
of
the
Northern
Terminus
.
172
The
girl
was
there
,
in
the
room
next
to
him
.
That
had
been
the
first
point
in
his
waking
consciousness
.
The
second
was
a
sense
of
relief
at
the
obligation
imposed
on
him
by
this
unexpected
turn
of
everts
.
To
wake
to
the
necessity
of
action
,
to
postpone
perforce
the
fruitless
contemplation
of
his
private
grievance
,
was
cause
enough
for
gratitude
,
even
if
the
small
adventure
in
which
he
found
himself
involved
had
not
,
on
its
own
merits
,
roused
an
instinctive
curiosity
to
see
it
through
.
173
When
he
and
his
companion
,
the
night
before
,
had
reached
the
Farlows
door
in
the
rue
de
la
Chaise
,
it
was
only
to
find
,
after
repeated
assaults
on
its
panels
,
that
the
Farlows
were
no
longer
there
.
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174
They
had
moved
away
the
week
before
,
not
only
from
their
apartment
but
from
Paris
;
and
Miss
Viner
s
breach
with
Mrs
.
Murrett
had
been
too
sudden
to
permit
her
letter
and
telegram
to
overtake
them
.
Both
communications
,
no
doubt
,
still
reposed
in
a
pigeon
-
hole
of
the
loge
;
but
its
custodian
,
when
drawn
from
his
lair
,
sulkily
declined
to
let
Miss
Viner
verify
the
fact
,
and
only
flung
out
,
in
return
for
Darrow
s
bribe
,
the
statement
that
the
Americans
had
gone
to
Joigny
.
175
To
pursue
them
there
at
that
hour
was
manifestly
impossible
,
and
Miss
Viner
,
disturbed
but
not
disconcerted
by
this
new
obstacle
,
had
quite
simply
acceded
to
Darrow
s
suggestion
that
she
should
return
for
what
remained
of
the
night
to
the
hotel
where
he
had
sent
his
luggage
.
176
The
drive
back
through
the
dark
hush
before
dawn
,
with
the
nocturnal
blaze
of
the
Boulevard
fading
around
them
like
the
false
lights
of
a
magician
s
palace
,
had
so
played
on
her
impressionability
that
she
seemed
to
give
no
farther
thought
to
her
own
predicament
.
Darrow
noticed
that
she
did
not
feel
the
beauty
and
mystery
of
the
spectacle
as
much
as
its
pressure
of
human
significance
,
all
its
hidden
implications
of
emotion
and
adventure
.
As
they
passed
the
shadowy
colonnade
of
the
Français
,
remote
and
temple
-
like
in
the
paling
lights
,
he
felt
a
clutch
on
his
arm
,
and
heard
the
cry
:
There
are
things
there
that
I
want
so
desperately
to
see
!
and
all
the
way
back
to
the
hotel
she
continued
to
question
him
,
with
shrewd
precision
and
an
artless
thirst
for
detail
,
about
the
theatrical
life
of
Paris
.
177
He
was
struck
afresh
,
as
he
listened
,
by
the
way
in
which
her
naturalness
eased
the
situation
of
constraint
,
leaving
to
it
only
a
pleasant
savour
of
good
fellowship
.
It
was
the
kind
of
episode
that
one
might
,
in
advance
,
have
characterized
as
awkward
,
yet
that
was
proving
,
in
the
event
,
as
much
outside
such
definitions
as
a
sunrise
stroll
with
a
dryad
in
a
dew
-
drenched
forest
;
and
Darrow
reflected
that
mankind
would
never
have
needed
to
invent
tact
if
it
had
not
first
invented
social
complications
.
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178
It
had
been
understood
,
with
his
good
-
night
to
Miss
Viner
,
that
the
next
morning
he
was
to
look
up
the
Joigny
trains
,
and
see
her
safely
to
the
station
;
but
,
while
he
breakfasted
and
waited
for
a
time
-
table
,
he
recalled
again
her
cry
of
joy
at
the
prospect
of
seeing
Cerdine
.
It
was
certainly
a
pity
,
since
that
most
elusive
and
incalculable
of
artists
was
leaving
the
next
week
for
South
America
,
to
miss
what
might
be
a
last
sight
of
her
in
her
greatest
part
;
and
Darrow
,
having
dressed
and
made
the
requisite
excerpts
from
the
time
-
table
,
decided
to
carry
the
result
of
his
deliberations
to
his
neighbour
s
door
.
179
It
instantly
opened
at
his
knock
,
and
she
came
forth
looking
as
if
she
had
been
plunged
into
some
sparkling
element
which
had
curled
up
all
her
drooping
tendrils
and
wrapped
her
in
a
shimmer
of
fresh
leaves
.
180
Well
,
what
do
you
think
of
me
?
she
cried
;
and
with
a
hand
at
her
waist
she
spun
about
as
if
to
show
off
some
miracle
of
Parisian
dress
-
making
.