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She came and stood beside him before he looked up and saw her, and then he lifted his eyes from the face of the girl with whom he was talking, and rose suddenly to his feet, his face gone white as death, his eyes dark with disapproval and humiliation. "Marilyn!" His voice was shaking. He knew her instantly in spite of poke bonnet and uniform.
It contains a hint of the poison used to kill Miss Lamar and of utmost consequence it has provided me with an infallible clue to the identity of the murderer himself or herself." It seemed to me that Marilyn blanched. "Where where did you find it?" she demanded, in a very awed voice. "In one of the studio washrooms." "It has been it has been in the washroom ever since poor Stella's death?"
A new flush of red in Marilyn's face, however, demonstrated the power in the lash of the other girl's tongue. Werner hurried over to them, not masking his own irritation any too well. Without a word he began rearranging the table, moving it slightly so that while there was no great difference in its position he had yet made a show of satisfying Marilyn. In effect he pleased neither.
In the films Marilyn was a beauty also, apparently of a cold, unfeeling type, but in the flesh she was disclosed as a person utterly different from all my preconceived notions. In the first place, she was not particularly attractive except when she smiled.
He smiled weakly. "I'll try anything once." "That's the spirit!" She patted him on the shoulder, then danced on into the center of the set, stopping to direct some barbed remark at Marilyn. Kauf took his megaphone to call his people around him. There seemed to be a certain essential competence about the little man, now that Manton and Phelps and Millard were not about to bother him.
Down the street Marilyn lingered by her mother's chair: "Are you going to Economy to-day, mother?" "Yes, dear, your father and I are both going. Did you think you ought wanted to go dear?" "Oh, I should hate it!" cried Lynn flinging out her hands with a terrible little gesture of despair, "But I wanted to go just to stand by Mark.
The leading man, bored and irritated, made no effort to conceal a heavy scowl. In the momentary interval following Werner's instructions, Marilyn lost all control of herself. "If you will pardon me, MISS Faye," she cried out in a voice which carried over to us and with cutting accent upon the "Miss," "I think that in this scene at least we should BOTH be facing the camera.
They sauntered in presently, but Marilyn was already at the piano playing softly a bit from the Angel Chorus, a snatch of Handel's Largo, a Chopin Nocturne, one of Mendelssohn's songs without words. The two came in hilariously, the young man pretending to lean heavily on the girl, and finding much occasion to hold her hands, a performance to which she seemed to be not at all averse.
We had just been out to LaGuardia to see if it was true that Marilyn Monroe was sneaking into town with Aly Khan on a night plane it wasn't and we were coming across the Triborough Bridge, heading south toward the East River Drive, when the office called. I pulled over and parked and answered the radiophone. "Listen, Sandy, there's a gang fight in East Harlem. Where are you now?"
Kennedy was sharp, impatient. "She made a fool of me, and and I was engaged to Marilyn Loring " "Were engaged? The engagement " "Marilyn broke it off last night and wouldn't listen to me, even though I came to my senses and saw what a fool I had been." "Was" Kennedy framed his question carefully "was your infatuation for Miss Lamar of long duration?" "Just a few weeks.
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