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Of course not one of our friends agreed with the judge. Indignation and resentment were written on every face -- except that of Goldstein. The manager rubbed his hands softly together and, approaching Maud, he whispered:
"You needn't speak to Jones about me. It's all right. I guess he won't be interfering with me any more, eh? And come _early_ to-morrow morning. We've got a lot of rehearsing to do. To-day I will call a holiday for you. And, believe me, Miss Stanton, this is nothing to worry any of us. The judge settles it, right or wrong, for the law defies us all."