Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. They are the only happy women in the Orient. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. You may not know it, but it's easier to find a guy that's gone far than it is when he lays dogo in little old New York. She looked up, and recognized Mr. Sheila knew that the Eat & Shop on the corner of 53rd and Oleson was a flimsy front for an all-in-the-family whorehouse. Along the inner side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell himself had prepared. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He tore his gaze away, aware of the quickening of his heartbeat.
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