“Try it again,” stormed Jack. “Remember you’re playing a man’s part. Young Coogan would hold her better than that!”
They tried again, with greater success, and after the third rehearsal, when poor Reggie was in a state of exhaustion—
“Camera!” said Knebworth shortly, and then began the actual taking of the picture.
Whatever his other drawbacks were, and whatever his disadvantages, there was no doubt that Connolly was an artist. Racked with agony at this unusual exertion though he was, he could smile sweetly into the upturned face of the girl, whilst the camera, fixed upon a collapsible platform, clicked encouragingly as it was lowered to keep pace with the escaping lovers. They touched ground, and with one last languishing look at the girl, Connolly posed for the final three seconds.
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