"Hurrah! come along, Thames; we're free. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. " "She cannot stay here," the manager declared. " "Please!" She dropped the curtains and the manuscripts, knelt and held out her arms. I can keep you. If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts.
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