Déjà Vu by the Gross

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A few days ago I was in London, where an old friend—whose divorce from a Russian tycoon, some years ago, had made her a woman of substance, without, however, inducing her to forget that it is usually the poor who make one laugh—took me out to dinner at an expensive restaurant in Mayfair.

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