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My fears that he might be an agent of the Sûreté were groundless. The afternoon was delightful as we sat beneath the trees, but Madame suddenly recollected an engagement she had with her dressmaker at five o'clock, so we reëntered our taxi and drove back to the Porte Maillot and thence direct to the hotel.
"It's not that had, is it?" Jimmy said. "I'm afraid it is," said the Lizard. Jimmy lost no time in reaching the street and calling a taxi. A nurse admitted him to the apartment. "How is she?" he asked. The nurse shook her head. "Can she see any one?"
Perhaps she was looking somewhere for him. Yet she might be dead. In any case, what could he do? Ring up the police? It was too soon. He decided that he would wait in Cork Street for half an hour. This plan appealed to him for the mere reason that it was negative. As he opened the front door he saw a taxi standing outside.
If you walk on up the Haymarket, I'll follow in a taxi, and pick you up, directly I get to a safe distance." "I see you are as much in awe of Mr. Hamar as ever," Lilian Rosenberg laughed. "I'm not! I've found him out he's all talk. But do as you will get your taxi and I'll walk on we'll have tea in my new flat." Kelson was so delighted he hardly knew if he stood on his head or his heels.
I let you get away and then I trailed you in a taxi. "All the time you was on that street car I was riding along right behind you, and I came up these steps here not ten feet behind you. I wanted you all for myself and I've got you all by myself." "You don't hate yourself, exactly, do you?" said Trencher.
He examined her companions' passports, but let her through with an airy "Sure, this young lady's all right," which made Cecilia feel that no further proof could be needed of her respectability. Then Bob came hurrying to meet her. "I was just beginning to get uneasy about you," he said. "Did you have any trouble?" "My taxi broke down," Cecilia answered.
He was terribly nervous; he kept twisting and torturing the new pair of grey gloves which he had never put on; they were all out of shape and creased long before taxi stopped again at the quiet restaurant where they were to lunch. Christine looked at Jimmy. "What can I do with my flowers? I everybody will know if I take them in with me." She blushed as she spoke.
"There's a cat in the rain," said Silvio, flattening his nose against the blurred glass, and manifestly inclined to select the sadder aspects of the world's news for retail. That tendency too, perhaps, he inherited from Hilary. Presently he added, "There's a taxi coming up the street," and Peggy placed Thomas on Peter's knees and came to the window to look.
I never order a taxi without a feeling of sea-sickness. Even when someone else is paying the bill I can't sit back in comfort. Always they are ticking off the minutes as though they were my last on this earth. They are simple tests that divide the plebeian from the patrician.
As the chauffeur slowed down in front of the Westmorland, Beverley held up her wrist watch for Clo to see. "Twenty-five minutes to ten," Clo assured her confidently. "I only hope he won't have gone out. Now, you wait for me in the taxi, Angel, while I " "No, you're to wait for me," Beverley decided. "I can do more with the man than you, because there are things you don't know. But don't wait here.
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