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Then I got a position with a moving-picture company as a jobber I began very humbly at first, you see, and I underwent great hardships." Ferriday. He stands very high in the p'fession, but he's very conceited very! He thought he owned me because he was the first one I let direct me. He wanted me to marry him." "Did you?" said Adna, who was prepared for anything. "I should say not!" said Kedzie.
Kedzie sighed; "Oh, he is so hopelessly romantic, never quite the gentleman. In costume he gets by, but in evening clothes he always suggests the handsome waiter don't you think?" Ferriday roared, with disgust: "Good Lord, but you're growing. What is this thing I've invented? Are you a Frankenstein?" Kedzie looked blank and sneered, "Are you implying that I have Yiddish blood in me?"
Before Garfinkel could present Dyckman to the great Ferriday, Kedzie made the introduction. Dyckman was already her own property. She had seen him first. Ferriday was jolted by the impact of the great name of Dyckman. He was restored by the suppliant attitude of his visitor. He said that he doubted if he could find the time to direct an amateur picture.
When he was working Ferriday could wolf a sandwich with the greed of a busy artist and give orders with a shred of meat in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. But when he luxuriated he luxuriated. Tonight he was tired of life and dejected from a battle with the stingy backers, who had warned him for the last time once more that he had to economize.
He did not suspect Kedzie of such a thought. He stared down at her and thought she was cruelly pretty. He wanted to tell her so, but he found himself saying: "But I mustn't keep you. I heard somebody say that you were to lie down and rest up." "Oh, that was only Mr. Ferriday. I'm not tired a bit." "Ferriday. Oh yes, I'm forgetting him. He's the feller I've come to see."
"I don't want to," he said, as hurt as an overgrown boy or a prima donna. The door opened, and a wave of light swept into the room. A voice followed it. "Is Miss Adair in there?" "Yes," Kedzie answered, in confusion. "Gent'man to see you." It was Jim Dyckman. He followed closely and entered the room just as Ferriday found the electric button and switched on the light.
She hated the duds she had to wear, but she solaced herself with planning what she should buy when money was rolling in. When Ferriday's car came for her she was standing in the doorway. She hopped in like the Cinderella that Ferriday had called her. When the car rolled up to the Knickerbocker Hotel she pretended that it was her own motor. Ferriday was standing at the curb, humbly bareheaded.
He came back, his laughter changed to rage. "Look here, you impudent little upstart from nowhere! I invented you, and if you're not careful I'll destroy you." "Is that so?" she answered; then, like Mr. Charles Van Loan's baseball hero, she realized with regret that the remark was not brilliant as repartee. Ferriday was too wroth to do much better: "Yes, that's so. You little nobody!"
She decided to procure this Miss Adair a good job in order to curry favor with Mrs. Cheever. She would advise Mr. Ferriday to pay her marked attention, too. But when she caught sight of Kedzie running the gantlet of the battery of authors and typists, and noted how pretty she was, Miss Havender decided that it would not be good for Mr. Ferriday to pay marked attention to this minx.
I felt sure that pretty little face of yours was only a mask for the ugliest and most valuable thing a woman can possess." "What's that?" said Kedzie, hoping he was not going to begin big talk. "Wisdom," said Ferriday. "A woman ought to be as wise as the serpent, but she ought to have the eyes of a dove.
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