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Next morning, at breakfast, Mr. Walraven obtained all the information he
desired concerning Miss Mollie Dane. Some half dozen of the actors were
stopping at the hotel, and proved very willing, under the influence of
brandy and water, to give the free-handed stranger Miss Dane's biography
as far as they knew it.
She was just as charming off the stage as on; just as pretty, just
as saucy, just as captivating. She was wild and full of tricks as an
unbroken colt; but she was a thoroughly good girl, for all that, lavish
of her money to all who needed, and snubbing lovers incontinently. She
was stopping up the street at another hotel, and she would in all
probability be easily accessible about noon.
The seedy, strolling players drank their diluted brandy, smoked their
cigars, and told Mr. Walraven all this. They rather laughed at the New
York millionaire when he was out of sight. He had fallen in love with
pretty, blue-eyed Mollie, no doubt, and that was a very stale story with
the shabby players.
Noon came, and, speckless and respectable to the last degree, Mr.


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