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"
Get
me
Miss
O'Neill
's
London
flat
,
"
he
instructed
,
and
waited
the
intervening
seconds
with
a
frown
pulling
at
the
inner
corners
of
his
brows
.
"
Rain
!
"
Justine
said
,
apparently
delighted
.
"
Did
you
get
my
letter
?
"
"
This
minute
.
"
After
a
delicate
pause
she
said
.
"
And
will
you
come
to
dinner
soon
?
"
"
I
'm
going
to
be
in
England
this
coming
Friday
and
Saturday
.
Is
the
notice
too
short
?
"
"
Not
if
Saturday
evening
is
all
right
with
you
.
I
'm
in
rehearsal
for
Desdemona
,
so
Friday
's
out
.
"
"
Desdemona
?
"
"
That
's
right
,
you
do
n't
know
!
Clyde
wrote
to
me
in
Rome
and
offered
me
the
part
.
Marc
Simpson
as
Othello
,
Clyde
directing
personally
.
Is
n't
it
wonderful
?
I
came
back
to
London
on
the
first
plane
.
"
He
shielded
his
eyes
with
his
hand
,
thankful
his
secretary
was
safely
in
her
outer
office
,
not
sitting
where
she
could
see
his
face
.
"
Justine
,
Herzchen
,
that
's
marvelous
news
!
"
he
managed
to
say
enthusiastically
.
"
I
was
wondering
what
brought
you
back
to
London
.
"
"
Oh
,
Dane
understood
,
"
she
said
lightly
,
"
and
in
a
way
I
think
he
was
quite
glad
to
be
alone
.
He
had
concocted
a
story
about
needing
me
to
bitch
at
him
to
go
home
,
but
I
think
it
was
all
more
for
his
second
reason
,
that
he
does
n't
want
me
to
feel
excluded
from
his
life
now
he
's
a
priest
.
"
