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Portrait of Leonard Merrick Leonard Merrick The Man Who Understood Women and Other Stories… (1919)

His talent and the remains of his good looks were worth fifty pounds a week to him then, but there had been days—well, listen to Bagot!
"It wasn't that I couldn't afford it," he said with a laugh; "actors never wait till they can afford it. I escaped in a curious way. What saved me was being such an artist. Fact! I was really smitten. If I hadn't been an artist in spite of myself I should be shivering in the last train home to Bedford Park now, instead of talking to you dear boys in an arm-chair, with a glass at my side.
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Portrait of Leonard Merrick Leonard Merrick The Man Who Understood Women and Other Stories… (1919)

I felt the shame that she was suffering with my own heart, but the artist in me swept me on. The manager panted at me in the wings: 'You're great—you're immense. Gad! you're making the hit of the piece!' The stalls were in convulsions, the gallery had got my name. 'Bagot!' they were shouting—after each act, 'Bagot! Pulteney rushed to me with blessings at the end.
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Portrait of Leonard Merrick Leonard Merrick The Man Who Understood Women and Other Stories… (1919)

The highly connected amateurs from Oxford and Cambridge began to give at the knees, and I could hear the leading man's heart drop on to the boards; the actor from the provinces was wiping them out! That rehearsal was the sweetest triumph of my life.
"She'd never know—she'd never know! I kept telling myself she couldn't hear of it. By the time the wig that I ordered was tried on I felt as sure of success as I was of my lines! I was soaked in the part. I wasn't acting the little rector—by George, I was the little rector, trip, face and chirrup.
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