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"You look as if you was going to cut your throat.""Funny, Min, I was thinking of it.""Got any beer or gin - a mouthful of the real 'knock me down'?""No, I haven't.""Oh, ain't it shocking. Any luck for the pantomime?""No - I'm not sure-""I've had an offer for one dance and the chorus - but only twenty-five shillings.""I can't get that, I don't think. Well, what did you come in here for? I'm thinking of suicide, I tell you; a pity you disturbed me. Oh, I'm tired.""Who isn't?"Minnie Palmer flopped on to the broken stool inside the dressing-room underneath the stage; her dirty white muslin skirts and the tarnished spangles on her tattered bodice were crudely fashioned to represent the petals and calyx of a lily, a torn wig was pulled over her head, her small features were heavily outlined in cheap greasepaint.