’ ‘Yes, but how are you going to find her?’ ‘I will ask—’ She broke off. 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. Only her babe died. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. “No. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. Indeed, it seemed inevitable that she must clear it up with his assistance, or not at all. She was rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced.
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