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Say, here's money to pay the wine looks better for you than me. Then we'll be off." Clo gazed at the door. No O'Reilly yet. But if this pair went she would have to go, too. She mustn't lose them! Churn beckoned a waiter with a ten-dollar bill thrust into his hand by Kit. The waiter came; but he had to get change. In Clo's lap, hidden under her napkin, was the bag she had found in Kit's room.
With her nerves keyed to breaking point she went up to her own floor with somewhat the sensation she might have had in stepping from the tumbril to the guillotine. It was all she could do not to scream at Sister Lake in the hall; and when Roger appeared also it seemed to Beverley that she would faint. Roger did not share the nurse's interest in Clo's outing; but he wanted Beverley.
"Yeh," says Fuey; "I do' know dissa word semma you tek off yo' clo's." "Changed his mind?" "Yeh." "'Begin to tek off chenge his mine an' say: "How I ki' him?" Woman say: "You tekka dissa sharp knife." "'Nen he clep up to dissa bed, his eye ole stick from his head.
Not only was she black, but she was fat and slovenly. Staring at the new-comer, she exclaimed with a mouth full of gum: "Say, is you another fren' o' Mr. Cheffinsky?" "Chuff!" was the password that flashed through Clo's brain. "This is where he lives!" She was triumphant. "I don't know anything about Mr.
Hit 'peared like her pra'r wuz heard; for in a minit, right out de same do', kyarin' Ham Fisher in his arms, come ole marster, wid his clo's all blazin'. Dey flung water on 'im, an' put 'im out; an', ef you b'lieve me, yo' wouldn't a-knowed 'twuz ole marster.
If Roger had come back; if, after all, he had only pretended to go for the pearl-stringer! She dared not guess what he would think at finding O'Reilly with her in his house. Too well she remembered the day of their one quarrel, when he had brought up this man's name in connection with Clo's, when he had accused her of crying it out in her sleep. "Mr.
It was a long pistol, Clo did not know of what kind or make, but it looked old-fashioned; and there was no question as to the way in which it had been used. Someone had taken it by the muzzle and struck with the butt end, which was coated with blood and hairs. Clo's mind began to work more quickly. She pieced details together.
Clo's little face at the window of a tenth-rate boarding-house told her nothing new. Clo was always pale. When the girl dropped to her knees it looked to Ellen as if that attitude were more convenient for throwing down the bag. No sound of a pistol shot reached Ellen's ears over the noises of the street.
This was Clo's moment. She had led up to it, and decided what to do. First she placed the bag of jewels in Beverley's lap. Next she spoke to the chauffeur, giving clear directions. Then she slammed the door shut, and stepped back upon the sidewalk, motioning to the man to start. "Angel will be so surprised, she won't know what to do for a minute," the girl thought.
She had been given a costume of blue silk in exchange for her own dress, and the silk was so thin that the moisture easily wetted it. "Never mind," said Cap'n Bill. "When it's a case of life 'n' death, clo's don't count for much. I'm sort o' drippy myself." Cried the parrot, fluttering his feathers to try to keep them from sticking together,
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