Harlequin and Columbine by Booth Tarkington
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ALES WINES LIQUORS AND CIGARS TIM MALONE At that, somewhere in his inside, he cried out, in a kind of anguish: "Isn't there anything--anywhere--any more--except Wanda Malone!" IX "Second act, ladies and gentlemen!" cried Packer, at precisely ten o'clock the next morning. About a dozen actors were chatting in small groups upon the stage; three or four paced singly, muttering and mildly gesticulating, with the fretful preoccupation of people trying to remember; two or three, seated, bent over their typewritten "sides," studying intently; and a few, invisible from the auditorium, were scattered about the rearward rooms and passageways. Talbot Potter, himself, was nowhere to be seen, and, what was even more important to one tumultuously beating heart "in front," neither was Wanda Malone. Mr. Stewart Canby in a silvery new suit, wearing a white border to his waistcoat |
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