“Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. 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. org Section 4. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver.
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