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thousand francs on the security of the ticket. That is what I
mean by brains …’
For the rest of the evening Boris was in a hopeful mood,
talking of the times we should have together when we were
waiters together at Nice or Biarritz, with smart rooms and
enough money to set up mistresses. He was too tired to
walk the three kilometres back to his hotel, and slept the
night on the floor of my room, with his coat rolled round
his shoes for a pillow.