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When we are alone, of course, you'll be a sort of pal. I never had a valet before and I couldn't stand a regular one. Instead of being a valet, when we are alone, I want you to be a regular fellow." "I getcha, Mr. Prale." "Off we go, then." They arrived at the hotel, and Prale registered Murk as his valet and took him up to the suite.
"Say, now, you needn't be afraid! Nobody'll getcha here! I know how to bluff 'em. Even if a policeman should come after yeh, I'd get around him somehow, and I don't care what you've done or ain't done, I'll stand by yeh. I'm not one to turn against anybody in distress. My mother always taught me that.
"I getcha so far, but what about Orkins?" "The man's not afraid of death, but afraid of the unknown. Men like him commit suicide rather than face reality. He wants security. He's afraid of uncertainty. He lives in an unreal, imaginary world and when uncertainty, which is reality, intrudes, he is completely lost." "You make me feel sorry for the poor devil."
I like to fight, Murk, but I like to have a good pal at my back when I do." "That's me, too, sir; but I ain't ever had the pal." "You've got one now, Murk. You'd be dead now, but for me. So you must be my man, understand?" "I don't quite getcha." "You're under my orders from now on, Murk. We'll have a nice row, standing back to back perhaps. I'll take you on as a sort of valet and bodyguard.
"Does it interest us all enough for each girl to be willing to do something personally, or sacrifice something, toward the new building?" asked Ruth. "I getcha, Steve!" exclaimed the slangy Jennie. "Oh, dear me, Ruthie! we are dense," said Nettie. "Of course! every girl should be able to do as much as the next one. Otherwise there may be hard feelings." "Secret heartburnings," added Helen.
Bloeckman Mr. Black," he said. "He's up-stairs have him paged." The boy shook his head. "'Sagainsa rules to have him paged. You know what table he's at?" "No. But I've got see him." "Wait an' I'll getcha waiter." After a short interval a head waiter appeared, bearing a card on which were charted the table reservations. He darted a cynical look at Anthony which, however, failed of its target.
You'll have good clothes and a home and plenty to eat and a bit of money to spend. I'll expect you to be loyal. If I find that you are not well, Murk, I got back yesterday from Central America. I got my million down there, by fighting for it, and there were times when I had to handle men roughly. I can read men, Murk. Can you imagine what I'd do to a man who double crossed me?" "I getcha now!
If you can give me information concerning Sidney Prale's plans, and tell us how much he knows, we will pay you handsomely." "I getcha," Murk said. "And if you can manage to continue working for Prale, and let us know everything as it comes up, there'll be considerably more in it for you." "Want me to do the spy act, do you?" "Call it whatever you like.
Prale laughed as he finished dressing, put on his hat and gloves, and reached for his stick. "Suppose you just shadow me this fine day," he told Murk. "Get a little practice in that line. Don't bother me, but just follow and watch." "I getcha, boss. You want me to be within hailin' distance in case you need help?" "Exactly, Murk. We never can tell what is going to happen, you know.
Instead she only smiled and quoted a Bible verse: "I have seen servants upon horses, and princes walking as servants upon the earth." Clive eyed her with a puzzled expression: "I don't getcha!" he answered finally, but Julia Cloud made no further comment than to pass him a second cup of coffee.
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