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"At this we-alls lines up on the Red Light bar an' nacherally drinks ends the talk, as they allers ought. "Along towards sundown we-alls gets some cooler, an' by second-drink time in the evenin' every one is movin' about, an', as it happens, quite a band is in the Red Light; some drinkin' an' exchangin' of views, an' some buckin' the various games which is goin' wide open all 'round.
"Cruel words!" says Barry. "How often have I said, Ann, that I miss you every hour?" "He's off again," says Ann. "But if you must be sentimental, Barry, I shall insist on doing the driving myself." "Squelched!" says Barry. "I'll be good." Say, they made a great team, them two, when it came to exchangin' persiflage.
"That Egyptian is a watcher," he said grimly, "and I don't like either of 'em." "What's the matter, Simon?" "Why, this yer morning, I wur exchangin' a few pleasant remarks with one of the maid-servants, when I hears the Egyptian say, 'It's gwine beautiful. 'How? says t'other. 'He'll nibble like hanything, was the answer, and then I hearn a nasty sort o' laugh.
But manny th' night whin he had his full iv liquor I've see him go out with his gun in his outside pocket; an' thin I'd hear shot after shot down th' sthreet, an' I'd know him an' his ol' inimy Clancy 'd met an' was exchangin' compliments. He put wan man on th' polis pension fund with a bullet through his thigh. "They got him afther a while.
The Lady, looking at him over her glass, let her condescending smile fade away like a false dawn. Her eyes turned serious. She saw something beneath the rags and Scotch terrier whiskers that she did not understand. But it did not matter. Fuzzy lifted his glass and smiled vacantly. "P-pardon, lady," he said, "but couldn't leave without exchangin' comp'ments sheason with lady th' house.
In short, I have everything full and clear; but I did not let either my son or daughter know of my exchangin' the childre', and palmin' Thomas Gourlay's own son on him as the son of his brother. That saicret I kept to myself, knowin' that I couldn't trust them. And now, Thomas Gourlay," he said, "my revenge is complete.
After that he has the usual battle with his violin strings, while the audience waits patient, only exchangin' a smile now and then when Blair shows his disposition strongest. At last, though, after makin' the accompanist take two fresh starts, he's off. Some goulash rhapsody, I believe it was, by a guy whose name sounds like a sneezin' fit.
Best of all too, I'd been put next to Vee, and I was just workin' up to exchangin' a hand squeeze under the tablecloth when, right in the middle of one of Pa Pulsifer's best stories, there floats in through the open windows a crash that makes everybody sit up. It sounds like breakin' glass. "Hah!" snorts Pulsifer, scowlin' out into the dark. "Now what in blazes was that?"
Let two gents across the layout go to exchangin' views, or swappin' observations, an' you can gamble that Vance comes jimmin' along in. An' Vance is allers tellin' about his brother Abe.
"Look here, you people," he began, "you told me this chap was a bloomin' kidnapper, and so I rounded him up I nabbed him. And here you are exchangin' howdy-do. What's the meaning of it all?" As he spoke, Chamberlain's eyes rested first on Mélanie, then on Agatha, whom he had not seen before. "By Jove!" he ejaculated. "Whom did he kidnap?" questioned Mélanie. "Why, me, Miss Reynier," cried Agatha.
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