至尊 "Explain," repeated Mr. Bamberger, looking intently at his part.
至尊"I would, too," said Lola. "But people never gave me anythingwhen I was hard up."九五至尊7月12日至尊
至尊"Isn't it just awful?" said Carrie, studying the winter's storm.至尊九五至尊7月12日至尊"Look at that man over there," laughed Lola, who had caught sightof some one falling down. "How sheepish men look when they fall,don't they?"至尊至尊"We'll have to take a coach to-night," answered Carrie absently.
至尊至尊In the lobby of the Imperial, Mr. Charles Drouet was justarriving, shaking the snow from a very handsome ulster. Badweather had driven him home early and stirred his desire forthose pleasures which shut out the snow and gloom of life. Agood dinner, the company of a young woman, and an evening at thetheatre were the chief things for him.至尊The manager who was putting on the summer skit at the Casino hadnever heard of Carrie, but the several notices she had received,her published picture, and the programme bearing her name hadsome little weight with him. He gave her a silent part at thirtydollars a week.详情