"Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. The Red Room. “I am giving my understudy a chance. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. She no longer felt sick or dizzy, her muscles returned to a relaxed, supple state.
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