“I am exceedingly sorry,” he said. “Vee,” she said, “come home. ‘See that writing table? Go and look in the drawer there. 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 at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. . "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone.
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