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] “Good Lord, no! Not one on Broadway to-day can touch you.”
She softened a bit. “Who’s the new girl?”
“Who?”
“The one who plays my sister.”
“Oh, that one! Forget her name. Lewis has it.”
“Where did you get her?”
“She’s been hanging round the office, Lewis says, and couple of weeks ago she held me up on my way out. Poor little thing looked as if she needed a job so I gave her that sister bit. Hair’s something the color of yours—that decided me.”
“She has a funny hysterical catch in her voice. Did you notice it?”
“Probably she’s hungry. Looks it—poor kid! Must have Lewis slip her an advance on her salary.”
With gusto he cut into the filet mignon and helped himself to some new peas. The sight of the red blood oozing from the meat made Goring feel ill. She turned her attention to the halibut parisienne the waiter placed before her. But even the slices of tomato and crisp garnishing of lettuce could not tempt her appetite.