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           Whothehelld’yousupposeheis,Evie?"

           "Somefellerknockedallofaheapbyyourfatalbeauty,Iexpect."

           "Theymusthavecostallofapound.TavistockSquaredoesn’tlookveryprosperoustome.Forallyouknowhemayhavegonewithouthisdinnerforaweektobuythem."

           "Idon’tthink."

           Juliaplasteredherfacewithgreasepaint.

           "You’resodamnedunromantic,Evie.JustbecauseI’mnotachorusgirlyoucan’tunderstandwhyanyoneshouldsendmeflowers.AndGodknows,I’vegotbetterlegsthanmostofthem."

           "Youandyourlegs,"saidEvie.

           "Well,Idon’tmindtellingyouIthinkit’sabitofallrighthavinganunknownyoungmansendingmeflowersatmytimeoflife.Imeanitjustshowsyou."

           "Ifhesawyounow’ewouldn’t,notifIknowanythingaboutmen."

           "Gotohell,"saidJulia.

           Butwhenshewasmadeuptohersatisfaction,andEviehadputonherstockingsandhershoes,havingafewminutesstilltospareshesatdownatherdeskandinherstragglingboldhandwrotetoMr.ThomasFennellagushingnoteofthanksforhisbeautifulflowers.Shewasnaturallypoliteanditwas,besides,aprinciplewithhertoanswerallfanletters.Thatwashowshekeptintouchwithherpublic.Havingaddressedtheenvelopeshethrewthecardinthewastepaperbasketandwasreadytoslipintoherfirstactdress.Thecall-boycameroundknockingatthedressing-roomdoors.

           "Beginners,please."

           Thosewords,thoughheavenonlyknewhowoftenshehadheardthem,stillgaveherathrill.Theybracedherlikeatonic.Lifeacquiredsignificance