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” She grinned. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her. Wood. My engagement at the ‘Garrick’ terminates Saturday week, and then I am free. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. “You silly wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his blotting-pad with busy hands. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. ” “My message is urgent,” he said firmly.
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