The waiter, a broad-faced Belgian, rushed forward with a smile of genuine welcome and a flourish of the spotless towel which he wore upon his left shoulder, and, with a few murmured words in French, motioned them to a table by the front window.,
The major looked at him for a moment or two, then, with a new idea in his head, he took David by the hand and led him into the chamber of death.,
Elinor sat looking at him with her eyes shining, and then she drew a quick breath..
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