“Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. "'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow.
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