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peering at her made her feel uneasy, there was something malevolent
in its fixity, and she would have given much to read his thoughts.
" See you later!" she said. He made no movement, while she
flung a fur coat over her shoulders. " You might at least say ' An
nvovt' to me," she added, almost pleadingly.
After turning off the light in the bathroom, she hunted round
for her gloves, then glanced out of the window at the dreary
prospect.
" Have it your own way! "
He too had changed* On the Tkfophik+Gautkr she had been
impressed by his smart appearance, and he had looked much
younger than his age, which was thirty-five' He had jet-black hair
and a rather prominent nose.
" Are you a Turk? " she had asked at their first meeting.
" Not really. I'm of Portuguese origin,"
She had found him good company; or, rather, he had a knack of
making unexpected, cynical remarks, and seemed to have knocked
about the world—and the half-world too. When she told him she
was a dancer, he asked in which of the Cairo cabarets she had
performed.
" At the Tabarin."
" Ah, yes. A thousand francs a month, plus a rake-off on the fizz."
That was so. Evidently he knew Cairo. He also knew Bucharest,
where she had been, at Maxims, for two months. He had amusing
tales to tell about the men with whom she'd got off.
" You're rich, aren't you? "