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``Your time is up. We cannot waste Miss
Stevens's time with your hysterics.''
Miss Bristow switched from tears to fury. ``You
brute! You beast!'' she shrieked, and flung herself
out of the room, slamming the door after her. Jennings
took a book from a pile upon a table, opened it,
and set it on a music-stand. Evidently Miss Bristow
was forgotten--indeed, had passed out of his mind at
half-past ten exactly, not to enter it again until she
should appear at ten on Monday morning. He said
to Mildred:
``Now, we'll see what you can do. Begin.''
``I'm a little nervous,'' said Mildred with a shy
laugh. ``If you don't mind, I'd like to wait till I've
got used to my surroundings.''
Jennings looked at her. The long sharp nose
seemed to be rapping her on the forehead like a wood-
pecker's beak on the bark of the tree. ``Begin,'' he
said, pointing to the book.
Mildred flushed angrily. ``I shall not begin until
I CAN begin,'' said she. The time to show this man that
he could not treat her brutally was at the outset.


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