I went at last when I had barely a shilling in my purse to a dramatic agent. She waited expectantly. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. "I know the house well; by the same token that it's a flash crib. She recognized the face but could not quite place it. " "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend.
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