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On the modest landing at the top, outside his rooms, she waited, leaning against the wall, which was covered with a red paper. A window at the back was open and the confused sound of singing came in a chorus "Vive-la, vive-la, vive-la ve. Vive la compagnie." So it came to her. 'O God! she thought: 'Let him be in, let him be nice to me.
An emptied cab was just moving from the door. She got in. "Camelot Mansions, St. John's Wood." And braced against the cushions, panting, and clenching her hands, she thought: 'Well, I've seen him again. Hard crust's better than no bread. Oh, God! All finished not a crumb, not a crumb! Vive-la, vive-la, vive-la ve. Vive-la compagnie!
Then through the door, left open, behind her, the sound of that chorus: "Vive-la, vive-la, vive-la ve!" came in and jolted her nerves unbearably. Tearing the gardenia from her breast, she flung it on to his upturned face. "Jimmy!" Fort struggled up, and stared at her. His face was comic from bewilderment, and she broke into a little nervous laugh.
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