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Then, with a wild, unnerving recollection of Genevieve, I rushed to the door. "Don't let a soul stir from this room!" I hoarsely shouted to Dr. De Breen. In the next instant I had plunged into the hall, brushed aside the stupefied policeman there, and was taking the stairs four at a time.
"No, Jack," Breen continued, gathering up a mass of letters and jamming them into a pigeon-hole in front of him, as if the whole matter was set forth in their pages and he was through with it forever. "No I guess I'll pass on that ten thousand-dollar loan. I am sorry, but A. B. & Co, haven't any shekels for that kind of tommy-rot.
These much-to-be-desired results could only be attained when the senior member of the firm was made acquainted with the fact that, after all, Garry's debts could be paid and his reputation saved. The money must, therefore, be borrowed of Arthur Breen & Co. His uncle would know then beyond doubt; his axiom being that the only thing that talked loud enough ever to make him listen was "money."
The idea of her ever taking off her hat, even figuratively, to John Breen, was not to be brooked, not for an instant.
"Then I did do some good by going?" he asked earnestly. "Oh, indeed you did." If he did not care whether she had been hurt or not, even in his delirium, she was not going to betray herself. "It was the first time anybody had seen Uncle Peter smile; he was wretched all day. He loves you very dearly, Mr. Breen." Jack's hand dropped so suddenly to his side that the pain made him tighten his lips.
"I have been literally starving for somebody like you to talk to," he continued, drawing up a stool and settling himself determinedly beside her. "For me! Why, Mr. Breen, I'm not a piece of bread " she laughed. "I'm just girl." He had begun to interest her this brown-eyed young fellow who wore his heart on his sleeve, spoke her dialect and treated her as if she were a duchess.
"For reasons that will make you admire and respect him," she added ironically. "For great, and unselfish, and magnanimous reasons!" "I should want to believe they were the real ones, first," interrupted Mrs. Breen. "He wants to marry me because he knows that I can't fulfil my plans of life alone, and because we could fulfil them together.
Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the outriders. She shouted in his ear the tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to his left breast and saluted the second carriage. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C., agreeably surprised, made haste to reply.
"I came, Mr Breen I thought there were only servants in the house I am sure you must wonder how I can take such a liberty, such an utter stranger, but I wanted to speak about that poor dog of yours " "Bruce ah!" Enlightenment seemed to come to the young man. "You have called to complain of the row he made last night. We were only saying at breakfast " "No, no, indeed!"
Upstairs more wonderful things had been done. The table of the sepulchral dining-room was trans formed into a bed of tulips, the mantel a parterre of flowers, while the sideboard, its rear packed with the family silver, was guarded by a row of bottles of various sizes, shapes and colors; various degrees of cob webbed shabbiness, too containing the priceless vintages which the senior member of the firm of Breen & Co. intended to set before his friends.
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