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She
spoke
rather
tartly
.
She
was
beginning
to
feel
a
trifle
irritated
.
"
There
’
s
nothing
for
you
to
be
sorry
about
.
You
wanted
me
and
you
bought
me
.
If
I
was
such
a
skunk
as
to
let
myself
be
bought
that
was
no
business
of
yours
.
"
"
How
long
have
you
been
feeling
like
this
?
"
"
From
the
beginning
.
"
"
That
isn
’
t
true
.
"
She
knew
that
what
had
awakened
his
conscience
was
the
love
that
had
seized
him
for
a
girl
who
he
believed
was
pure
.
The
poor
fool
!
Didn
’
t
he
know
that
Avice
Crichton
would
go
to
bed
with
an
assistant
stage
manager
if
she
thought
it
would
get
her
a
part
?
"
If
you
’
re
in
love
with
Avice
Crichton
why
don
’
t
you
tell
me
so
?
"
He
looked
at
her
miserably
,
but
did
not
answer
.
"
Are
you
afraid
it
’
ll
crab
her
chances
of
getting
a
part
in
the
new
play
?
You
ought
to
know
me
well
enough
by
now
to
know
that
I
would
never
let
sentiment
interfere
with
business
.
"
He
could
hardly
believe
his
ears
.
"
What
do
you
mean
by
that
?
"
"
I
think
she
’
s
rather
a
find
.
I
’
m
going
to
tell
Michael
that
I
think
she
’
ll
do
very
well
.
"
