As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. “You will come back, won’t you?” He nodded cheerfully. But you must promise me not to go near that abandoned hussy at Willesden. Austin, or any man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible.
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