Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. The manager twisted his moustache. "I could hang him now if I liked. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. Marvel, in a tone intended to be consolatory.
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