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He would sit in his inner office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with her when he met her face to face. I haven't forgotten her previous history. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. She was in excellent spirits, and it was not until she had taken off her hat, and was considering the question of dinner or no dinner, that she remembered that another day had passed, and she was not a whit nearer being able to pay her tomorrow’s bill. I’ve told you that practically already. John, I have something to say to you.
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