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7 As I started up the stairs the concierge knocked on the glass of the door of her lodge, and as I stopped she came out. She had some letters and a telegram. “Here is the post. And there was a lady here to see you.” “Did she leave a card?” “No. She was with a gentleman. It was the one who was here last night. In the end I find she is very nice.” “Was she with a friend of mine?” “I don’t know. He was never here before. He was very large. Very, very large. She was very nice. Very, very nice. Last night she was, perha…