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Jennings, I can do better than that.
Won't you let me try a song?''
``God forbid!'' said he. ``You can't stand. You
can't breathe. You can't open your mouth. Naturally,
you can't sing.''
She dropped to a chair.
``Take the book, and go over the same thing,
sitting,'' said he.
She began to remove her wraps.
``Just as you are,'' he commanded. ``Try to forget
yourself. Try to forget me. Try to forget what a
brute I am, and what a wonderful singer you are. Just
open your mouth and throw the notes out.''
She was rosy with rage. She was reckless. She
sang. At the end of three pages he stopped her with
an enthusiastic hand-clapping. ``Good! Good!'' he
cried. ``I'll take you. I'll make a singer of you.
Yes, yes, there's something to work on.''
The door opened. A tall, thin woman with many
jewels and a superb fur wrap came gliding in. Jennings
looked at the clock. The hands pointed to eleven.
Said he to Mildred:
``Take that book with you. Practice what you've
done to-day.


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