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"Another such attempt," said the latter, "and you are a dead man. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. Surely she could ignore him. At last I tried a dramatic agent, and got on the music hall stage. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily. ‘That’s my pet name.
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