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           IthoughtperhapsIcouldunderstudyher."

           AviceCrichton.NoflickeroftheeyesshowedthatthenamemeantanythingtoJulia.

           "Myhusbandhasmentionedher,butnothingissettledyet.Idon’tknowheratall.Issheclever?"

           "Ithinkso.IwasattheAcademywithher."

           "Andprettyasapicture,theytellme."Risingtoherfeettoshowthattheaudiencewasatanend,Juliaputoffherroyalty.Shechangedhertoneandbecameonasuddenthejolly,good-naturedactresswhowoulddoagoodturntoanyoneifshecould."Well,dear,leavemeyournameandaddressandifthere’sanythingdoingI’llletyouknow."

           "Youwon’tforgetme,MissLambert?"

           "No,dear,IpromiseyouIwon’t.It’sbeensonicetoseeyou.Youhaveaverysweetpersonality.You’llfindyourwayout,won’tyou?Good-bye."

           "Afatchanceshe’sgotofeversettingfootinthistheatre,"saidJuliatoherselfwhenshewasgone."Dirtylittlebitchtoseducemyson.Poorlamb.It’sashame,that’swhatitis;womenlikethatoughtn’ttobeallowed."

           Shelookedatherselfintheglassassheslippedoutofherbeautifulgown.Hereyeswerehardandherlipshadasardoniccurl.Sheaddressedherreflection.

           "AndImaytellyouthis,oldgirl:there’sonepersonwhoisn’tgoingtoplayinNowadaysandthat’sMissAviceCrichton."