She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. His chin was angular and his lips were 16 small, his mouth tiny and refined. He did not stagger in the least. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night.
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