Dawn O’Hara, The Girl Who Laughed Book PDF Download

How he had fired my country-girl imagination! He had
been the most brilliant writer on the big, brilliant
sheet–and the most dissolute. How my heart had pounded
on that first lonely day when this Wonder-Being looked up
from his desk, saw me, and strolled over to where I sat
before my typewriter! He smiled down at me, companionably.
I’m quite sure that my mouth must have been wide open with
surprise. He had been smoking a cigarette an
expensive-looking, gold-tipped one. Now he removed it
from between his lips with that hand that always shook a
little, and dropped it to the floor, crushing it lightly
with the toe of his boot. He threw back his handsome
head and sent out the last mouthful of smoke in a thin,
lazy spiral. I remember thinking what a pity it was that
he should have crushed that costly-looking cigarette,
just for me.

“My name’s Orme,” he said, gravely. “Peter Orme.
And if yours isn’t Shaughnessy or Burke at least, then
I’m no judge of what black hair