Chapter One blues and with a morning-after could not account for. It was as depression had seeped into her She rose and slipped on a filmy negligee, then sat down before her dressing-table mirror to tidy her hair, though there was nobody there to see her. She had lived for years with only her cat for a companion. As she went to the kitchen to make herself some tea the feelin: g was still with her. It was reminiscent of the afterr~ath of a bereavement--tinged with loss. When she had 1o~ her paternal grandparents and then her father, one after the other, she had for months afterward been dogged by this mourning mood. But there was nothing to mourn now. On the contrary, she had every reason to rejoice. She was the toast of the London theater, wasn t she? And she savored her success all new play had opened to rave reviews. She had long since
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