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You really are too awful for words." She looked her mother up and down. "Calm yourself," she said superbly. Mrs. Raddick was desperate, just desperate. She was "wild" to go back with Mrs. MacEwen, but at the same time... I seized my courage. "Would you do you care to come to tea with us?" "Yes, yes, she'll be delighted. That's just what I wanted, isn't it, darling? Mrs.
"Oh, do come in! I want to make money," said the impatient voice. "It's all jolly well for you but I'm broke!" "Here take fifty francs, darling, take a hundred!" I saw Mrs. Raddick pressing notes into her hand as they passed through the swing doors. Hennie and I stood on the steps a minute, watching the people. He had a very broad, delighted smile. "I say," he cried, "there's an English bulldog.
"Sure you don't? There's the car, and you'll have tea and we'll be back here on this step right here in an hour. You see, I want her to go in. She's not been before, and it's worth seeing. I feel it wouldn't be fair to her." "Oh, shut up, mother," said she wearily. "Come along. Don't talk so much. And your bag's open; you'll be losing all your money again." "I'm sorry, darling," said Mrs. Raddick.
Raddick's timid, faintly astonished, but deeply admiring glance looked as if she believed it, too; but the daughter didn't appear any too pleased why should she? to have alighted on the steps of the Casino. Indeed, she was bored bored as though Heaven had been full of casinos with snuffy old saints for croupiers and crowns to play with. "You don't mind taking Hennie?" said Mrs. Raddick.
Again the poor little puff was shaken; again there was that swift, deadly-secret glance between her and the mirror. We tore through the black-and-gold town like a pair of scissors tearing through brocade. Hennie had great difficulty not to look as though he were hanging on to something. And when we reached the Casino, of course Mrs. Raddick wasn't there.
Raddick again with her and another lady hovering in the background. Mrs. Raddick rushed at me. She was brightly flushed, gay, a different creature. She was like a woman who is saying "good-bye" to her friends on the station platform, with not a minute to spare before the train starts. "Oh, you're here, still. Isn't that lucky! You've not gone. Isn't that fine!
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