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Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl, or super, or something of that sort. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. ’ Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down. “That’s enough, Michelle!” Diane snapped in the ugly raised voice of the enforcer. 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.
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