"Yet her disillusionment was increasing with every year. She had tasted all that the world could offer her: fame, wealth, excitement, admiration; all her dreams had come true. And she saw the emptiness, the hollowness of worldly success. “Even when I was at the height of my success,” she said years later, “I used to leave the stage victim to sadness I cannot describe.” And again: “A voice seemed to follow me everywhere saying: "Eve, you weren‟t made for this sort of thing... .” ("A Saint Of The Stage Eve Lavalliere" By Charlotte Kelly, 1936, Imp.)
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