“What’s that for?” He said. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. Shari was snoring soundly. You have a daughter, no? Madame Ibstock, I think. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked.
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