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Elsie Marion went back to her lodgings in Smith Street, Southwark, humming a little tune. It was incredible, yet here was the patent fact. She patted her little suede bag tenderly, and the crackle of stationery brought a happy little smile to her lips.
For in the bag was deposited that most wonderful of possessions -- a contract. A contract drawn up in the most lucid phraseology which lawyers permit themselves, typed on a stiff sheet of paper inscribed with the tiny "L" and an address which characterized the stationery of the Big Trust, in which she "hereinafter called the employee of the one part," agreed to serve for the term of five years the president of the London Land Trust, "hereinafter called the employers of the other part," for the sum of £780 per annum, payable weekly.