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Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some one else. At length, the body was brought towards him. ’ She turned quickly away that her feelings might not be obvious to Lucy and her great-aunt.
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