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blew him a kiss from the door and was gone, followed by the respectful Midget.
'I'd be surprised if that hussy is any better than she ought to be, ' Mrs. Tinker said, beginning to open the paper bags. She was not referring to Marta.
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BUT when Marta came back two days later it was not with knitting needles and wool. She breezed in, very dashing in a Cossack hat worn at a casual rake that must have taken her several minutes at her mirror, just after lunch.
'I haven't come to stay, my dear. I'm on my way to the theatre. It's matinee day, God help me. Tea trays and morons. And we've all got to the d frightful stage when the lines have ceased to have any meaning at all for us. I don't think this play is ever coming off. It's going to be like those New York ones that run by the decade instead of by the year. It's too frightening. One's mind just won't stay on the thing. Geoffrey dried up in the middle of the second act last night. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. I thought for a moment he was having a stroke. He said afterwards that he had no recollection of anything that happened between his entrance and the point where he came to and found himself half-way through the act.'
'A black-out, you mean?