“It may be her salvation. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. \"I'll have to call and tell Cathy. " "Excepting your father. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl, or super, or something of that sort. " "So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth.
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