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I have an engagement with a theatrical agent—I believe for the ‘Unusual’. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. Wood a very free-and-easy sort of stare, winked at Mr.
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