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EUSTACE GREYNE *** Produced by David Widger THE MISSION OF MR.
EUSTACE GREYNE By Robert Hichens Frederick A.
Stokes Company Publishers Copyright, 1905 I Mrs.
Eustace Greyne (pronounced Green) wrinkled her forehead--that noble, that startling forehead which had been written about in the newspapers of two hemispheres--laid down her American Squeezer pen, and sighed.
It was an autumn day, nipping and melancholy, full of the rustle of dying leaves and the faint sound of muffin bells, and Belgrave Square looked sad even to the great female novelist who had written her way into a mansion there.
Fog hung about with the policeman on the pavement. The passing motor cars were like shadows.
Their stertorous pantings sounded to Mrs.
Greyne’s ears like the asthma of dying monsters.
She sighed again, and murmured in a deep contralto voice: -It must be so.- Then she got up, crossed the heavy Persian carpet which had been bought with the proceeds of a short story in her earlier days, and placed her forefinger upon an electric bell. Like lightning a powdered giant came. -Has Mr.
Greyne gone out?- -No, ma’am.- -Where is he?- -In his study, ma’am, pasting the last of the cuttings into the new album.- Mon Apr 03 02:06:00 2017 2 Mrs.
Greyne smiled.
It was a pretty picture the unconscious six-footer had conjured up. -I am sorry to disturb Mr.
Greyne,- she answered, with that gracious, and even curling su...

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