Shush, hissed Agnes in her ear. At the head of a grimy stairway crowded with greyfaced for-eign men and women in faded greylooking clothes, they found an office noisy with talk and click of typewriters. Margo nodded vaguely. They chatted about Tren-ton and Philadelphia and Bay Head and Dr.
You'd have to can that stuff. She pressed the palms of her hands hard over her eyes. They lunched at MonteCarlo, took a look at the casino in the afternoon and went on and had tea in an English tearoom in Mentone. When he was off duty his hotel room was so cold that he'd have to go out to a café to read.
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