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She shook her head vigorously.

‘What are you like when you’re mad?’ I inquired with a smile.

‘A regular little devil! Don’t care what I say, or what I do, either! I nearly did a chap in once. Yes, really. He’d have deserved it, too.’

‘Well,’ I begged, ‘don’t get mad with me.’

‘I shan’t. I like you – did the first moment I set eyes on you. But you looked so disapproving that I never thought we should make friends.’

‘Well, we have. Tell me something about yourself.’

‘I’m an actress. No – not the kind you’re thinking of. I’ve been on the boards since I was a kid of six – tumbling.’

‘I beg your pardon,’ I said, puzzled.

‘Haven’t you ever seen child acrobats?’

‘Oh, I understand!’

‘I’m American born, but I’ve spent most of my life in England. We’ve got a new show now -‘

‘We?’

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