“Mr. E. A faint, delightfully humorous smile parted her lips. Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate. 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. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand.
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