This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...to lean graciously towards her. She dreamed once more, a little troubled as to whether she should write the story in the first person. Fancy transported her on its wings, and she seemed to be a special reporter standing easily at the editor's desk, conferring with him in low tones. She was even telling him ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...to lean graciously towards her. She dreamed once more, a little troubled as to whether she should write the story in the first person. Fancy transported her on its wings, and she seemed to be a special reporter standing easily at the editor's desk, conferring with him in low tones. She was even telling him that she had found M. de Guitry, tracked him to his home, wherever that was. "Oh yes, I've landed him; surprised are you? Oh, I was quite sure I'd pull it off--why not?" She smiled as she realized how easy it was to fall into newspaper slang. "I didn't want to bother you with details till I had the story well in hand; you're going to give it a triple head? Why, of course, it's a bully scoop" And again a voice aroused her. The words it spoke brought her to her feet with a beating heart. "I am never at home to agents or reporters. You should know better than to let one of them in. See if my father is in his office and then dismiss that person!" Then and there Ethel Blair became a militant, an anarchist, an I. W. W.! She slipped the lovely photograph out of its frame A minute later Miss Dunstan came through the hallway, bent on rescuing criminals, and the butler, going to eject the undesirable person, found that she had disappeared without his assistance. He cast an eye over the little reception room and, being a butler, discovered nothing amiss. Nevertheless he determined, in the future, to be as exclusive in the matter or admissions, as a college fraternity club. It gave one a sense of Arpad Dunstan's power just to see the guarded alcove at the end of the wide hall that led to it, and to know that the private offices there were used only for personal business. Half a dozen errand boys were always in attendance; a...
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