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Then Ricardo's thoughts turned as he tossed upon his bed to Celia

Harland, a tragic and a lonely figure He recalled the look of

tenderness upon her face when her eyes had met Harry Wethermill's

across the baccarat-table in the Villa des Fleurs He gained so so desperately to

Hanaud's coat-sleeve yesterday Notwith all her world of trust and illusion broken

about her, and Hanaud had raised her up She had found so, as she expressed it

Mr Ricardo was still thinking of Celia Harland when the

came He fell asleep, and awoke to find Hanaud by his bed

"You will be wanted today," said Hanaud

Ricardo got up and walked down from the hotel with the detective

The front door faces the hillside of Mont Revard, and on this side

Mr Ricardo's rooms looked out The drive fro and joins the road,

which then winds doards the town past the garden at the back

of the hotel Down this road the two arden upon their right hand grew higher

and higher above their heads They caht of steps

which makes a short cut from the hotel to the road, and at the

steps Hanaud stopped