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"You could go back to your father," he went on ruthlessly. "I know it would be all right. He would not " She interrupted him quickly. "Who has been talking to you of my affairs?" He bit his lip. "Why, I well, Joey Grinaldi. He is your best, truest friend. He told me all " Christine was leaning forward, peering past him at her mother's averted face.
We will take you on faith and we will help you. My boy, I knew in the beginning that you were of gentle birth I saw it in your face, in the way you held yourself. But that you should be one of the Jenisons of Virginia why, Grinaldi, the Jenisons are the bluest But, there, we'll talk of that another time, too. Sam!" She called to a ring attendant who stood near the entrance.
The others coughed uncomfortably. Mrs. Braddock hesitated for a second, and then laid her hand on his. "He is a very bad man, David," was all that she said. He would have blurted out an additional expression of hatred had she not lifted her finger imperatively. "You must not say indiscreet things, my friend." It was a warning and he understood. "Come on, Jacky," put in Grinaldi hastily.
Trembling in every joint, David paused at the entrance. Mrs. Braddock came running up from behind. "I've just heard," she whispered. "Do as Joey tells you. Don't be afraid." "I'll try," chattered David, pathetic figure of Momus. "Wait," she whispered, as much to Joey Grinaldi as to the novice. "David, will you trust me to take care of your money until to-morrow?"
I can't bear to think that every one is looking upon me as a criminal. Why why, what must the ladies of the of the show think of me? Joey Grinaldi put his hand on the young fellow's shoulder: "They don't think you done it, Jack not one of 'em. I heard 'em speaking of you last night as if you was a reg'lar angel.
He followed Grinaldi, but his eyes were not always leveled against the spotted back of his mentor; they were for the lithe, graceful figure in scarlet riding atop of the sturdy Tom Sacks, sometimes standing upright on his shoulders, again leaning far out from his thigh, or even more daringly dancing on his broad back while he squatted on the pad.
"Well," said Grinaldi the clown, his voice doleful in contrast to the cheery smile he assumed, when it came time for all to go to the cook- tent for dinner, "I dessay we'll 'ave to stop calling you Jack Snipe. Wot's more, David, you'll be going back to Virginia at once and settling down to be a genuine gentleman.
It was with difficulty that he repressed a cry of alarm. The being who braced him with friendly arms was a glittering, shiny thing of green, with a human face that leered upon him. Observing the youth's bewilderment and uncertainty, Grinaldi laughed. "He's not a boa-constrictor, lad. He's the boneless wonder. He's as gentle as a spring lamb, and not hardly as tough.
Covered with shame and anger, he abruptly hurried away from the scene of temptation, making his way to the dressing-tent, where he hoped to find Joey Grinaldi. The clown met him at the entrance to the main tent. It was apparent that he had been waiting there for his protege. "Joey!" cried David, all the bitterness in his soul leaping to his lips, "do you know what has happened?"
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