Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. " "Ha!" ejaculated Trenchard. I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as I please. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. At last I tried a dramatic agent, and got on the music hall stage.
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