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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Right here, sir," said the boy, and indicated in the bathroom a special faucet marked "Drinking Water." This startled even Adna so much that it shook a dime out of him. The boy sighed and went away. Kedzie surprised his eye as he left. It plainly found no fault with her. Here in seclusion Mrs. Thropp dared to exclaim at the wonders of modern invention.
Later Kedzie caught the glance of the room clerk and saw that she startled him and cheated him of his smile at Adna. Still later the elevator-boy gave her one respectful look of approval. Kedzie's New York stir was already beginning. The page ushered the Thropps into the elevator, and said, "Nineteen." It was the number of the floor, not the room.
The greed in the old man's eyes shot Dyckman's eyes with blood. He snarled: "So it's the plain old blackmail, eh? Well, you can go plumb to hell!" "All right," said Adna, felicitously, "but we won't go alone. I and daughter will have comp'ny. Come on, Mr. Beattie." After they had gone Jim realized that his hatred of being gouged had involved Charity's priceless reputation.
She had grown past that. Surely her body was sacred from such infamy now. "Come here to me, I tell you!" Adna snarled, as he pursued her slowly around the chairs. "You better not whip me, poppa," Kedzie mumbled. "You better not touch me, I tell you. You'll be sorry if you do! You better not!" "Come here to me!" said Adna. "Momma, momma, don't let him!"
"Oh, she doesn't specially care for me here, either," Thaine replied. "Girls don't control this game for me. But we have some princes of men here all right." "As for instance?" Todd queried. "My captain, Adna Clarke, and his lieutenants, Krause and Alford. They were first to enlist in our company down in the old rink at Lawrence.
Adna, who was a little nervous about his property, answered with some asperity: "No, we don't need any hack to git to Biltmore's." "Nossah!" said the red-cap. "Right across the street, ain't it?" "Yassah!" The porter chuckled. The mention of the family's destination had cheered him a little. He might get a tip, after all. You couldn't always sometimes tell by a man's clothes how he tipped.
She was palsied with rage. "I can't," she faltered. "Then I will!" said Adna, and he roared with ferocity, "Come here to me, you!" He put out his hand like a claw, and Kedzie retreated from him. She stopped sobbing. She had never been so frightened. She felt a new kind of fright, the fright of a nun at seeing an altar threatened with desecration. She had not been whipped for years.
The porter said, mopping his brow to emphasize his achievement: "This is fur's I go." "Oh, all right! Much obliged," said Adna. He just pretended to walk away as a joke on the porter. When he saw the man's white stare aggravated sufficiently, Adna smiled and handed him a dime. The porter stared and turned away in bitter grief.
Oh no, sir; the charge is by the day." Adna's knees seemed to turn to sand and run down into his shoes. He supported himself on his elbows. "Twelve dollars a day for those two rooms on the top of the moon?" "Yes, sir; that's the rate, sir." Adna was going rapidly. He chattered, "Ain't there no police in this town at tall?" "Yes, sir." "Well, I've heard they're the wust robbers of all.
"How could I, with a husband in Chicago? He wasn't much of a husband just enough to keep me from marrying a real man. For one day, who should come to the studio but Jim Dyckman!" "Any relation to the big Dyckmans?" said Adna. "He's the son of the biggest one of them all," said Kedzie. "And you know him?" "Do I know him? Doesn't he want to marry me? Isn't that the whole trouble?
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