She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. 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. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it.
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