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She
all but fainted at the narrowness of her escape and fled
round into the boulevard. She entered a taxi and told
the man to drive to Foyot's restaurant on the left bank
--where the general would never think of looking for
her.
When she had breakfasted she strolled in the Luxembourg
Gardens, in even better humor with herself and
with the world. There was still that horrid-faced
future, but it was not leering into her very face. It
was nearly four thousand francs away--``and if I
hadn't been so stupid, I'd have got eight thousand, I'm
sure,'' she said. But she was rather proud of a stupidity
about money matters. And four thousand francs,
eight hundred dollars--that was quite a good sum.
She had an instinct that the general would do
something disagreeable about the French and English ports
of departure for America. But perhaps he would not
think of the Italian ports. That night she set out for
Genoa, and three days later, in a different dress and
with her hair done as she never wore it, sailed as Miss
Mary Stevens for America on a German Mediterranean
boat.


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