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You ain't afraid, Babe, your old hubby can't always take care of his girl A1, are you?" "No, no, Blutch; only " "What, Babe?" "I wish to God you was out of it, Blutch! I wish to God!" "Out of what, Babe?" "The game, Blutch. You're too good, honey, and too too honest to be in it. What show you got in the end against your playin' pals like Joe Kirby and Al Flexnor? I know that gang, Blutch.
"Blutch darlin', it's the first thing I ever asked of you." He grew grave, looking long into her blue eyes with the tears forming over them. "Why, Ann 'Lisbeth, danged if I know what to say! You sure you're feelin' well, Babe? 'Ain't took cold, have you, with your fur coat in hock?" "No, no, no!"
"Lord bless my soul! and the poor little thing was afraid to say it was a chicken-farm she wanted!" "Promise me, Blutch, you'll play 'em close to win!" "Al's openin' up his new rooms to-night. Me and Joe are goin' to play 'em fifty-fifty. It looks to me like a haul, Babe." "He's crooked, Blutch, I tell you." "No more 'n all of 'em are, Babe. Your eyes open and your pockets closed is my motto.
Spangles she rigs herself up in when another girl, with the way my luck's been runnin', would be down to her shimmy-tail." She stroked his sleeve as if it had the quality of fur. "Is the rabbit's foot still kicking my boy?" "Never seen the like, honey. The cards just won't come. This afternoon I even played the wheel over at Chuck's, and she spun me dirt." "It's gotta turn, Blutch." "Sure!"
"I know there ain't no medals on Joe, Babe, but if you don't stop listenin' to town talk, you're going to get them pretty little ears of yours all sooty." "I know, Blutch; but I could tell you things about him back in the days when my mother " "Me and him are goin' over to Al's to-night and try to win my babe the first chicken for her farm. Whatta you bet?
Joe'll be here directly, and then we're going and blow them spangles to a supper." "Blutch, answer!" "Now there's nothin' to worry about, Babe. Have I ever landed anywhere but on my feet? We'll be driving a racer down Broadway again before the winter's over. There's money in motion these wartimes, Babe. They can't keep my hands off it." "Blutch, how how much did you drop to-day?
For years, it's been here in me here, under my heart eatin' me, Blutch, eatin' me!" And she placed her hands flat to her breast. "Why, Babe!" "I never let on. You I You been too good, Blutch, to a girl like like I was for me to let out a whimper about anything.
"You ain't all wrong, girl." "You home evenings, Blutch, regular like." "You poor little thing!" "You'll play safe, Blutch? Play safe to win!" "I wish I'd have went into the farmin' three years ago, Babe, the week I hauled down eleven thou'." "You was too fed up with luck then, Blutch. I knew better 'n to ask."
But that is the New York of the Saturnite and of Teufelsdröckh alone with his stars. Upon Mrs. Blutch Connors, gazing out upon the tide of West Forty-seventh Street, life lay lightly and as unrelated as if ravage and carnage and the smell of still warm blood were of another planet. A shower of white light from an incandescent tooth-brush sign opposite threw a pallid reflection upon Mrs.
She worked herself out of his embrace, withholding him with her palms pressed out against his chest. "I 'ain't got nothing in life but you, honey. There ain't nobody else under the sun makes any difference. That's why I want you to get out of it, Blutch. It's a dirty game the gambling game. You ain't fit for it. You're too good. They've nearly got you now, Blutch.
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