Get out your pad and pencil. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. ’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. " "Company!" echoed Rachel; "at this time of night?" "Company, child," repeated Kneebone. But be patient, I am your fast friend. He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit.
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