She was suddenly very aware of the room, the television still blaring, and the chill in the air. Mrs. Mr. “What a hideous repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don’t you accept an engagement here?” “An engagement?” she queried. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look.
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