His screen experience might never have been.

It was more like the dead days of Edwina May Pulver.
"Now you stop it," he soothed--"all this nonsense!" His cheek was against hers and his arms held her.

"What do I care what you've done in your past--what do I care?
And listen here, Kid"-- There was again the brutal note of the bully in his voice--"don't ever do any more of those stunts--see what I mean?
None of that falling off streetcars or houses or anything.

Do you hear ?" He felt that he was being masterful indeed.

He had swept her off her feet.