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story of my 'mash'. 'Don't you saw her head go up - and she looked - looked, I swear it -
    mind her going, Mrs Astley?' she asked. 'My mother would towards the empty chair in which I usually sat, then never let me go so far alone; and I am two years older. But lowered her head and moved on. If I had only been in my then, Nancy is such a steady sort of girl, I suppose.' I had box tonight, I would have had her eyes upon me! If I had been a steady girl; it was over Alice - saucy Alice - that my only been in my box, instead of here -!
    parents usually worried. But at Rhoda's words I saw Mother I glanced at Davy and Father: they were both on their feet look me over and grow thoughtful. I had on my Sunday calling for more; but letting their calls die, and beginning to dress, and my new hat trimmed with lavender; and I had a stretch. Beside me Freddy was still smiling at the stage. His lavender bow at the end of my plait of hair, and a bow of hair was plastered to his forehead, his lip was dark where the same ribbon sewn on each of my white linen gloves.
    he was letting whiskers grow; his cheek was red and had a My boots were black with a wonderful shine. I had put a pimple on it. 'Ain't she a peach?' he said to me. Then he spot of Alice's perfume - eau de rose - behind each ear; and rubbed his eyes, and shouted to Davy for a beer. Behind me I had darkened my lashes with castor oil from the kitchen.

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    Mother said, 'Nancy, do you really think -?' But as she dally with it a little longer than it should. I ceased my spoke the clock on the mantel gave a ting! It was a quarter-whispered singing and merely stared, and swallowed. I saw past seven, I should miss my train.
    her leave the stage -again, her gaze met mine - and then I said, 'Good-bye! Good-bye!' - and fled, before she could return for her encore. She sang her ballad and plucked the delay me.
    flower from her lapel, and held it to her cheek, as we all I missed my train anyway, and had to wait at the station till expected. But when her song was finished she did not peer the later one came. When I reached the Palace the show had into the stalls for the handsomest girl, as she usually did.
    begun: I took my seat to find the acrobats already on the Instead, she took a step to her left, towards the box in which stage forming their loop, their spangles gleaming, their I sat. And then she took another. In a moment she had white suits dusty at the knees. There was clapping; Tricky reached the corner of the stage, and stood facing me; she rose to say -what he said every night, so that half the was so close I could see the glint of her collar-stud, the beat audience smiled and said it with him - that You couldn't get of the pulse in her throat, the pink at the corner of her eye.
    many of those to the pound! Then - as if it were part of the She stood there for what seemed to be a small eternity; then overture to her routine and she could not work without it -I her arm came up, the flower flashed for a second in the gripped my seat and held my breath, while he raised his beam of the lime - and my own hand, trembling, rose to gavel to beat out Kitty Butler's name.
    catch it. The crowd gave a broad, indulgent cheer of She sang that night like -I cannot say like an angel, for her pleasure, and a laugh. She held my flustered gaze with her songs were all of champagne suppers and strolling in the own more certain one, and made me a little bow. Then she Burlington Arcade; perhaps, then, like a fallen angel - or stepped backwards suddenly, waved to the hall, and left us.
    yet again like a falling one: she sang like a falling angel I sat for a moment as if stunned, my eyes upon the flower in might sing with the hounds of heaven fresh burst behind my hand, which had been so near, so recently, to Kitty him, and hell still distant and unguessed. And as she did so, Butler's cheek. I wanted to raise it to my own face - and I sang with her - not loudly and carelessly like the rest of was about