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Miss Gibbons listened to all this with a hunger she didn't conceal, and this eagerness gave Rose a pretty vivid picture of the inner life the little woman had lived here in Centropolis. If she'd been born a boy instead of a girl, she'd probably have equaled, or outstripped, Rose thought, her father's eminence.
Elkins who was master of all these as a more important man than the Elkins who had blown into the town on some chance breeze of speculation, and taken rooms at the Centropolis. It was all light and color, that night. Even the formal flower-beds of the grounds and the fountain spouting on the lawn were like scenery in the lime-light.
I feel that you have come among us at a propitious moment!" "The Captain merely hints at the truth which struggles in him for utterance," said Jim. "I prove this by informing you that I couldn't get you a house. This shows, too, that the census returns are a calumny upon Lattimore. You'll have to stay at the Centropolis until something turns up or you can build." "Oh, dear!" said Alice.
Giddings vanished into the night, silently, as an autumn leaf parting from its bough. I thought of him no more until I unfolded the Herald in the morning as we sat at breakfast, and saw that my interview was made a feature of the day's news. "Mr. Albert F. Barslow," it read, "of the firm of Elkins & Barslow, is stopping at the Centropolis.
John Galbraith's letter asking Rose to report to him July first in New York, reached her via Portia, during the last week in June, and made an abrupt conclusion to her life at Centropolis.
But, pray, when are you coming home?" "This evening." "Very well. Do you come by tube or by air-train?" "Oh, by tube." "Yes; and at what hour will you arrive?" "About eleven, I suppose." "Eleven by Centropolis time, you mean?" "Yes." "Good-by, then, for a little while," said Mr. Smith as he severed communication with Paris. Dinner over, Dr. Wilkins wished to depart.
She meant to stay, for the present, at any rate, in Centropolis. She checked her suit-case in the coat-room and, with a sensation of relief, watched the mournful company file away. She had three dollars and some small change, and the day before her.
"I came to Centropolis day before yesterday," said Rose, "with a theatrical company that failed. They went away this morning unpaid, with nothing but tickets to Chicago. I decided to stay here and try to get work. I applied for it at five places on Main Street this morning, and then went to Mr. Culver at the hotel. I asked him for a position as a waitress."
The landlord of the Centropolis could scarcely care for his guests. The telegraph offices were gorged with messages to non-resident property owners, begging for prices on good inside lots.
On June 3rd, he successfully looted the store of J. M. Bernard at Centropolis and secured many valuables, particularly clothing. The raiding party was returning from the looted store as Stuart's cavalry troop was approaching Brown's camp. The cavalry arrived in the nick of time. A battle was imminent that might have ended in a massacre.
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