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Head or harp, speak while it spins!" "Head," shouted the savage, and head it was. He picked up the second penny with glee, and said with a burst of wild laughter. "Toss more, more, more; toss ever an' always; toss agin, agin, agin." The car-driver was disgusted. "Bad luck to ye for a madman. Ye have the gamblin' blood in ye. Bedad, ye'd break Monty Carly, ye would."
I've lost Carly, and I've lost Queen.... Oh, G.J.! Isn't it awful to think that when I offered you Queen she'd already gone, and it was only her dead body I was offering you? ... And I've lost my love. And I've failed, and I shall never be any more good here. I swore I would see a certain thing through, and I haven't seen it through, and I can't! But I've told you all this before.... What's left?
He thought: I'm not a bit nearer telling her than I was when I came. After the parlour-maid had poured out the champagne Concepcion picked up her glass and absently glanced through it and said: "You know, G.J., I shouldn't be in the least surprised to hear that Carly was killed out there. I shouldn't, really." In amazement G.J. ceased to eat. "You needn't look at me like that," she said.
The procession left behind it the Silver Dollar, the Last Chance, Chalkeye's Place and Pete's Palace. Reaching the hotel first, Davis disappeared according to program into the side door. Carly followed, walked directly up the stairs, along the corridor, and passed without knocking into Room 217. A young woman was sitting there engaged with some fancy work.
"I'm quite serious. One may as well face the risks. He does. Of course they're all heroes. There are millions of heroes. But I do honestly believe that my Carly would be braver than anyone. By the way, did I ever tell you he was considered the best shot in Cheshire?" "No. But I knew," answered G.J. feebly.
And she called him "Carly"! Neither of them had touched the champagne. G.J. decided that he would postpone any attempt to tell her until her cousin arrived; her cousin might arrive at any moment now. While the parlour-maid presented potatoes Concepcion deliberately ignored her and said dryly to G.J.: "I can't eat any more. I think I ought to run along to Debenham and Freebody's at once.
You're the only friend I have left. I knew you before I knew Carly. I practically committed suicide from my particular world at the beginning of the war. I was going back to my particular world you remember, G.J., in that little furnished flat I was going back to it, but you wouldn't let me. It was you who definitely cut me off from my past.
It might some women's but not yours." "You shall humour me!" she cried. "I haven't told you half my ruin. Do you know I meant to love Carly all my life. I felt sure I should. Well, I can't! It's gone, all that feeling already! In less than two years! And now I'm only sorry for him and sorry for myself. Isn't it horrible? Isn't it horrible?" "Try not to think," he murmured. She sat up impetuously.
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