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Updated: May 11, 2025
A thrill went through the priest at the theater's name. "And have you been long in America?" he asked. "Why, always except two years of foreign travel after college." "An American!" exclaimed the surprised Padre, with perhaps a tone of disappointment in his voice.
It was specious, but Roland had a dim feeling that there was a flaw somewhere in the reasoning; and it was from this point that a shadow may be said to have fallen upon the brightness of the venture. He would have been even less self-congratulatory if he had known the Windsor Theater's reputation.
"If you allow me, madame!" said Gillier formally, bowing over her hand. "It seems to me that the collaborators should go together." "Of course. It's still early, but we may as well start. The theater's pulling at me pulling!" "My wife's quite strung up!" said Claude, smiling. "And Claude is disgustingly cool!" said Charmian.
And having all laughed until they could laugh no more, they passed out of the theater, their backward glances still centered upon me. From the moment that I had drawn down that funeral pall I stood fixed as if frozen into stone, as powerless to move as anyone of the theater's statues or columns.
I don't want a loan. I'm a dealer and I want work." Morris Best bustled out of the adjoining room at the moment, and, noting a feminine figure in this forbidden territory, he exclaimed: "Hey, miss! Theater's in the rear." Miller summoned him with a backward jerk of his head. "Morris, this kid's looking for a job as dealer," said he. "Dealer?" Best halted abruptly. "That's funny."
The Bristol Theater's open, papa," she whispered, slyly and suddenly, in her father's ear; "I saw it in the newspaper when I went to the library to get the key. Let's go to-morrow night!" While his daughter was chattering, Mr. Vanstone was mechanically sorting his letters. He turned over the first four in succession and looked carelessly at the addresses.
He settled for just outside the theater's back door, in Seltsam Way. He closed his eyes in order to concentrate on the math, felt that peculiar sensation of vertigo, and felt a cool wind blow on his face. He opened his eyes to find himself hovering a thousand feet above Tranquil. His heart stopped beating as he began to fall, but began again, much to his relief as well as anguish.
Nay, he hastened his walk: he almost ran, his skin tingling with the breath of that fiery approach to a world he knew nothing of. "A theater's a curious sight, eh?" said the Marquis de Chouard with the enchanted expression of a man who once more finds himself amid familiar surroundings. But Bordenave had at length reached Nana's dressing room at the end of the passage.
He is looking for a literary drama which shall be different in kind from the popular play; and as he fails to find this to-day as he would have failed to find it in every period of the theater's most splendid achievement he asserts that the literary drama is nowadays nonexistent.
You haven't the right shape of head. What do you suppose we want to talk over? The theater, of course." "What about the theater?" Miss Verepoint looked searchingly at him. "Don't you ever read the papers?" "I haven't seen a paper since I went away." "Well, better have it quick and not waste time breaking it gently," said Miss Verepoint. "The theater's been burned down that's what's happened."
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