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I have an engagement with a theatrical agent—I believe for the ‘Unusual’. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment. Die game. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said. In a sense it alters nothing. However, as things have turned up, it's fortunate that I came back. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. She could tell that he was leering at her. And if I hadn't been thirsty, that poor boob would have made a sure getaway and left James Boyle high and dry among the moth-balls! Oh, the old dome works once every so often.
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