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Burlingham left the box and combined Pat's duties with his own a small matter, as the audience was seated and a guard at the door was necessary only to keep the loafers on shore from rushing in free. Pat advanced to the little space reserved before the stage, sat down and fell to tuning his violin with all the noise he could make, to create the illusion of a full orchestra.
She recalled how she put the Warhams out of her life as soon as she discovered what they really meant to her and she to them how she had put Jeb Ferguson out of her life how she had conquered the grief and desolation of the loss of Burlingham how she had survived Etta's going away without her the inner meaning of her episodes with Rod with Freddie Palmer
And naturally and sweetly the notes, the words of the old darkey song of longing for home began to float out through the stillness. She did not take her gaze from Burlingham. She sang her best, sang to please him, to show him how she appreciated what he had done for her. And when she finished and bowed, the outburst of applause unnerved her, sent her dizzy and almost staggering into the wings.
"I know what you did," she said in a low voice. "And I'd die for you." Burlingham had to use his handkerchief in dealing with his eyes now. "This business has given me hysterics," said he with a queer attempt at a laugh. Then, after a moment, "God bless you, little girl. You wait here a moment. I'll see how supper's getting on."
Pat tied the oar fast and went forward along the roof of the cabin. While he was gone Burlingham explained, "A frightful souse, Pat almost equal to Eshwell and far the superior of Tempest or Vi that is, of Tempest. But he's steady enough for our purposes, as a rule. He's the pilot, the orchestra, the man-of-all-work, the bill distributor. Oh, he's a wonder.
She must somehow nerve herself to speak of money, to say to him that she needed ten dollars that she must have it. If she did not speak if she got nothing for Mr. Burlingham or almost nothing and probably men didn't give women much if she were going with him to endure again the horrors and the degradation she had suffered from Mr. Ferguson if it should be in vain!
Her face was ghastly when she entered the office of the hospital and left Burlingham's parcel. The clerk at the desk told her that Burlingham was in the same condition "and there'll be probably no change one way or the other for several days." She returned to the street, wandered aimlessly about. She knew she ought to eat something, but the idea of food revolted her.
At first glance into Susan's sweet, young face the small eyes sparkled and danced, traveled on to the curves of her form. "Do sit down, my dear," said he in a grotesquely wheedling voice. She took the chair close to him as it was the only one in the little room. "What can I do for you? My, how fresh and pretty you are!" "Mr. Burlingham " began Susan. "Oh you're the girl Bob was talking about."
There's sure to be something doing at the summer places. Maybe I can ring Miss Sackville in. There ought to be a good living in those eyes of hers and those feet and ankles. I'm sure I can put her next to something." "Then you can give her your address," said Burlingham. "Why, she's going with me," cried Mabel. "You don't suppose I'd leave the child adrift?"
Yes, Blynn's offer involved nothing so horrible as that and she had lived through that. It would be cowardice, treachery, to shrink from anything that should prove necessary in doing the square thing by the man who had done so much for her. She had said she would die for Burlingham; she owed even that to him, if her death would help him.
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