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He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. The young ladies in the somewhat mixed society amongst which he moved neither satisfied his taste nor appealed in any way to his affections. She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. He was not, it seemed, the proper stipendiary at all, and there had been some demur to his jurisdiction that had ruffled him. "There, Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. " "Piano-player? Do you mean someone who plays for you?" "No, no; one of those mechanical things you play with your feet. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist.
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