“To my chagrin, I have. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. ’ Gerald tutted. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph.
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