He heard her voice laughing on the stairs and a man's voice; the key clicked in the lock. (News-papermen were part of that sharpcontoured world he wanted to see clear, the real ife world he saw distorted by a haze of mil ions, the ungraded lowlife world of American Democracy. They'd been too drunk to have much fun in bed thatnight and woke up with a taste of copper in their mouths and horrible heads. We'l send Eddy Sawyer down to talk to 'em .
As he and the Colonel were leaving they met Mr. Querida mia. Everything was flowers and hand-clapping and champagne suppers. It was as if she'd never been to Paris before.
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