. It was clear it must be to-morrow. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. I have come thirteen thousand miles for this young fellow; I'm ready to go galloping thirteen thousand more. 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. She was consumed by misery and hate.
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