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Updated: June 10, 2025
'What is the use of poring over this! said the younger, shutting up Donnegan's Lexicon with a slap. 'O if we had only been able to keep mother's nine hundred pounds, what we could have done! 'How well she had estimated the sum necessary! Four hundred and fifty each, she thought. And I have no doubt that we could have done it on that, with care.
The effect of Donnegan's announcement was first a silence, then a hum, then loud voices of protest, curiosity and finally a scurrying toward the doors. Yet really very few left. The rest valued a chance to see the fight beyond the fear of random slugs of lead which might fly their way.
"We've met him," he said. "What happened?" But Masters, in spite of the naked gun in the hand of Lord Nick, was looking straight at Nelly Lebrun. "We fought him." "Then say your prayers, Masters." "Say prayers for the Pedlar, you fool," said Masters bitterly. "He's dead, and Donnegan's still living!" There was a faint cry from Nelly Lebrun. She sank into her chair again.
"Maybe he sent you to talk to me?" he asked coldly. But Donnegan's eyes took on a childish wideness. "Why, I never seen him," he declared. Hall Stern allowed the muscles of his face to relax. "All right," he said, "they's no harm done. But Lord Nick is a name that ain't handled none too free in these here parts. Remember that!"
"Nick, dear " she pleaded. He closed the door in her face, and she heard his heavy step go back across the room. In some mysterious manner she felt the Promethean fire had been stolen from Lord Nick, and Donnegan's was the hand that had robbed him of it. It was fear that Nelly Lebrun felt first of all. It was fear because the impossible had happened and the immovable object had been at last moved.
As a matter of fact Joe had smiled in the face of death more than once, and this is a school through which even diplomats rarely pass. Yet it was with an effort that he maintained the characteristic good-natured expression when the door to Donnegan's shack opened and he saw big George and, beyond him, Donnegan himself. "Booze," said Joe Rix to himself instantly. For Donnegan was a wreck.
And by the time it was absolutely dark they had washed the dishes and sat before Lou's tent looking over the night lights of The Corner and hearing the voice of its Great White Way opening. She had not even asked why he did not bring her straight to Jack Landis. She had looked into Donnegan's tent, furnished with a single blanket and his canvas kit, and had offered to share her pack with him.
She strove to cling to him and stop him, but he cast her away with a single gesture and strode out the door. There was no crowd to block the hill at this second meeting of Donnegan and Lord Nick. There was a blank stretch of brown hillside with the wind whispering stealthily through the dead grass when Lord Nick thrust open the door of Donnegan's shack and entered.
He swept the shaft of the reading light up and it fell upon a red vase against the yellow hangings. Even Donnegan's inexperienced eye read a price into that shimmering vase. "Queer color," he said. "Dusty claret. Ah, they have the only names for their colors. Think! Peach bloom liquid dawn ripe cherry oil green green of powdered tea blue of the sky after rain what names for color!
If Donnegan's there, I'll go through him; but I'm going to have Landis back!" She, also, rose. "There's only one way out and I'll take that way. I'll get Donnegan to leave the house." "I don't care what you do about that." "And if he isn't there, will you give me your word that you won't hunt him out afterward?" "I never make promises, Nell." "But I'll trust you, Nick." "Very well.
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