‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. I've got to know why. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. She was not very clear about the position and duties of a chorus-girl, but it certainly had the air of being a last desperate resort. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner.
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