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CHAPTER XXI. . The turnkey looked
round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing. THIS, this glissade, would be damned
scoundrelism. Doctor says depositions to-night. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that
she must not disturb him in this man-agony. He paced faster, stomping
around. He
saluted awkwardly. 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. ”
“No, I wanted to talk to you, Lucy, to invite you to a
dinner party. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it.
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