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‘Women have it too. You’ve a great deal.’
‘Enough to go home in a cab to Pratt’s Hotel, but not
more.’
Ralph unlocked the gate, and after they had passed out
he fastened it. ‘We’ll find your cab,’ he said; and as they
turned toward a neighbouring street in which this quest
might avail he asked her again if he mightn’t see her safely
to the inn.
‘By no means,’ she answered; ‘you’re very tired; you must
go home and go to bed.’
The cab was found, and he helped her into it, standing a
moment at the door. ‘When people forget I’m a poor crea-
ture I’m often incommoded,’ he said. ‘But it’s worse when
they remember it!’

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