"No, no," cried Mrs. Dallas, wringing her hands. "She will catch the train there and go to London. Oh, why didn't you stop her?",
"Go ahead, if you can do it," said a masculine voice at her elbow. "The Academy won't object, I'm sure.",
I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud..
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