. The one problem was that it didn’t fly. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one
end. There were two. The stage manager came out
from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. So far as the eye could reach, the white level
road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. “I thought I saw her in town to-day,” he said. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view.
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