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Then she goes to a dramatic agent. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. “Who from?” She met his eye for a second and her heart failed her. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. ” He leaned back in his chair as though wearied. Her voice recalled him. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. . ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent. . But they were too late. But she had found it very difficult. “No!” “Don’t try and stop me.
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