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quarter to ten
`` What has happened , my friend ? '' he asked , glancing curiously at the young man 's face . `` Everything , '' answered Orsino . `` I love Madame d'Aranjuez , she loves me , she absolutely refuses to marry me and she is going to Paris at a quarter to ten . I know she is your daughter and I want you to prevent her from leaving . That is all , I believe . '' Spicca 's cadaverous face did not change , but the hollow eyes grew bright and fixed their glance on an imaginary point at an immense distance , and the thin hand that lay on the edge of the table closed slowly upon the projecting wood .