’ ‘The horse?’ echoed Melusine. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. But he dismissed that because then she would ask her lover and not him all these things.
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