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‘Scream and you are dead,’ he snapped, and released her mouth so that he
might open the door. CHAPTER XVII. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. Then she turned, and entering the inner
room, commenced to dress hastily for the street. Hartford, Connecticut; she had registered that address; but
there was something so mystifyingly Oriental about her that the address only
thickened the haze behind which she moved. “What a hideous
repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don’t
you accept an engagement here?”
“An engagement?” she queried. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened
by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in
the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and
flaming sunflowers.
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