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Chapter 23

           "Whathaveyouasgame?"

           "Icouldgetapheasant,orawoodcock."

           "Awoodcock,"Isaid.Wewalkeddownthecorridor.Thecarpetwasworn.Thereweremanydoors.Themanagerstoppedandunlockedadoorandopenedit.

           "Hereyouare.Alovelyroom."

           Thesmallboyinbuttonsputthepackageonthetableinthecentreoftheroom.Themanageropenedthecurtains.

           "Itisfoggyoutside,"hesaid.Theroomwasfurnishedinredplush.Thereweremanymirrors,twochairsandalargebedwithasatincoverlet.Adoorledtothebathroom.

           "Iwillsendupthemenu,"themanagersaid.Hebowedandwentout.

           Iwenttothewindowandlookedout,thenpulledacordthatshutthethickplushcurtains.Catherinewassittingonthebed,lookingatthecutglasschandelier.Shehadtakenherhatoffandherhairshoneunderthelight.Shesawherselfinoneofthemirrorsandputherhandstoherhair.Isawherinthreeothermirrors.Shedidnotlookhappy.Shelethercapefallonthebed.

           "What’sthematter,darling?"

           "Ineverfeltlikeawhorebefore,"shesaid.Iwentovertothewindowandpulledthecurtainasideandlookedout.Ihadnotthoughtitwouldbelikethis.

           "You’renotawhore."

           "Iknowit,darling.Butitisn’tnicetofeellikeone."Hervoicewasdryandflat.

           "Thiswasthebesthotelwecouldgetin,"Isaid.Ilookedoutthewindow.Acrossthesquarewerethelightsofthestation.TherewerecarriagesgoingbyonthestreetandIsawthetreesinthepark.Thelightsfromthehotelshoneonthewetpavement.

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