Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. At last I tried a dramatic agent, and got on the music hall stage. ” Anna stood up.
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