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From: | Janeka Chapdelaine |
Subject: | Re: your PHARpeiM |
Date: | Mon, 24 Apr 2006 17:02:03 -0400 |
Hi,
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Jason replaced the phone, tempted to pick it up again and reach the Pont-Royal, but this was Paris, the city of discretion, where hotel clerks were loath to give information over the telephone, and would refuse to do so with guests they did not know. He dressed quickly, went down to pay his bill, and walked out onto the rue Gay-Lussac. There was a taxi stand at the corner; eight minutes later he walked into the lobby |
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