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“Taking pictures?”

“Manufacturing She told me, ‘Dis time I vill be boss’”

“Have I told you that you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress?”

“Only twice since ere married” She stepped closer to press her lips to his “Isn’t it wonderful? Now people expect us to kiss in public— OhPictures play”

The stewards suspended the sailcloth beside the piano Actors, two men and a woongs, triangles, drumsticks, whistles, and washboards

“Where did she find a Humanova Troupe in the middle of the ocean?” marveled Marion

“I say, what is a Humanova Troupe?” asked Lord Strone The British colonel had been hovering near Mademoiselle Viorets

“Humanovas make sound for the movies,” Marion told Strone

“Sound? In the cinema? Do you mean like the orchestra?”

“Much ue And make effects”

“Effects?”

“Gunshots, whistles, bells Surely you’ve heard Huues?”

“Rarely get to town anymore, m’dear Retired, don’t you know?”

Bell concealed a sht of Archie’s red eyebrow cocked toward the skylight Strone was laying it on with a trowel, but a flurry of land had repeated, in guarded language, rumors that His Lordship was, as Bell suspected, attached to Great Britain’s newly formed Secret Service Bureau with offices at Whitehall in the center of London He left London only to underland’s enemies abroad

Urged on by Irina Viorets, the stewards arranged chairs facing the ie had been transfor picture theater Meathered around the piano with violins and a trumpet They struck a clarion chord