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§ 3.1
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The façade clearly bore the words “Hôtel du Berri,” but every window was shut, and the front door seemed closed for all eternity.
§ 3.2
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Planchet rang half a dozen times.
§ 3.3
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He counted to thirty and rang again, determined to keep ringing all night for want of anything better to do.
§ 3.4
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Having resigned himself to an entire night of ringing, he was therefore astonished, and almost disappointed, when the door stirred, opened a crack, and revealed a gray-haired sleepwalker holding a candlestick.
§ 3.5
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Planchet had arranged from Paris for someone to telephone ahead and reserve a room.
§ 3.6
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This was what he explained to the sleepwalker, who seemed to understand none of the languages spoken on earth.
§ 3.7
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Yet, by something like a miracle, the elderly man led him without hesitation up a fairly broad staircase to the second floor.
§ 3.8
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Mr. Planchet had time to catch sight of an elevator sleeping in its shaft.
§ 3.9
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The room that the young man entered, following his guide, was remarkably spacious.
§ 3.10
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The watchman’s candlestick cast great shifting shadows across it.
§ 3.11
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An electric light came on overhead, then leapt to the head of the bed.
§ 3.12
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The night attendant had vanished without a word.
§ 3.13
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Even the most austere and least welcoming hotel room inspires no sense of desolation in a man who is on the verge of making an enormous fortune.
§ 3.14
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Planchet felt nothing but an intense longing for the next day to come.
§ 3.15
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He told himself that the night would be endless and that he would not be able to sleep a wink.
§ 3.16
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No sooner was he in bed than he fell into a deep sleep.