It looked a lowdown sort of place and the staircase smelt of the
landlady's cats, but the rooms were cleaner than you would have
expected. There were three cats -- white Angoras -- and they seemed
usually to be sleeping in the hotel bureau.
The landlady was a thin, fair woman with red eyelids. She had a low,
whispering voice and a hesitating manner, so that you thought: 'She can't
possibly be a French-woman.'
Not that you lost yourself in conjectures as to what she was because
you didn't
care a damn anyway.
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