Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own.
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