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Magda called up all her courage to defy him. "And do you propose to prevent it?" she asked contemptuously. "Yes." Then, suddenly: "Adoree, don't force me to do it! I don't want to. Because it will hurt you horribly. And it will all be saved if you'll promise to marry me." He spoke appealingly, with an earnestness that was unmistakable. But Magda's nerve was gradually returning.
There are Portuguese pickle-pickers and hairy-handed Hollanders who live with their heads lower than their knees, and weed-pulling wops who skulk in patches of cauliflower and lettuce, but as for American settlers there ain't none." Adoree complacently felt that she had the critic talking against time, and the consciousness of her disturbing over him gratified her intensely.
Adoree's lips twisted mirthlessly. "Of course you don't understand. How could you? Why, it's her baby. She's a mother. I can hold it once in a while; she can hold it always." "I didn't know you cared for children " Adoree shrugged; the beads at her throat clicked barbarously. "Neither did I, but I suppose every woman does if she only knew it.
If you have a reputation it won't do to parade it in a show-case. We'll take a taxi." Lorelei's relief must have been obvious, for Adoree sped swiftly to the corner, then was back again without the dog. "If there's anything more conspicuous than a blonde with a white poodle," she explained, "it's two blondes with two poodles." Then, she flung herself into the cab and slammed the door.
The time lacked perhaps an hour of dawn, the street outside and the building itself was silent, yet from Adoree's parlor issued the sound of light fingers upon piano-keys. Adoree entered, to find Campbell Pope, with collar loosened and hair on end, seated at the instrument.
Underneath the dancer's extravagant theatricalism she appeared natural and unaffected. Adoree changed the current of the conversation by saying: "I hope those bloodhounds get to fighting." "Don't you like them?" "Hate 'em! I'd use 'em to scrub the windshield if I had my way." "Why aren't they yours?" "Oh, I suppose so; as much as that rubber-tired igloo is mine.
And you are so beautiful that I cannot look away from you. He told me you were beautiful yes but I had pictured to myself a pink and white miss with a head as big as a pumpkin and, just Heaven a 'drawing-room voice. Tell me, oh, tell me, fille adorée, that you do not sing!" His anxiety was perfectly sincere, and she hastened to reassure him. "Indeed, I do not."
"Where'd you learn that line? It's country stuff. We'll leave when I'm ready. Now we'll have a trot." The music was playing; other couples were dancing, and he seized her in his arms, whirling her away. In and out among the chairs he piloted a dizzy course, while she yielded reluctantly, conscious, meanwhile, that Adoree Demorest was watching them with interest.
Adoree, on the other hand, had invested heavily in animals; her gifts included a roaring lion, a peacock with a lease-breaking voice, an elephant that walked, accompanied by strange, whirring, abdominal sounds, besides many other products of the toy-makers' fancy.
The certainty that she had made a friend gladdened her heart. She looked forward with a thrill to the morrow when she could see Adoree again. During her absence Jim had returned and departed; but a note was waiting for her. It had been brought by a messenger, and read: "Things look bad. I'm afraid we'll be implicated, too. Better see your brother quickly.
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