“It was the night you left Paris. “Can’t it be altered? “I suppose an actress is free?. ’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. ‘No one would credit that you are three years older than I. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway.
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