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Still, what she had feared most had not come to pass. Lise left her abruptly, darting down a street that led to a back entrance of the Bagatelle, and Janet pursued her way. Where, she wondered, would it all end? Lise had escaped so far, but drunkenness was an ominous sign. And "gentlemen"? What kind of gentlemen had taken her sister to Gruber's?
Forgetting her repugnance to the bed, Janet sat down beside Lise and put an arm around her. "He said he'd marry me, he swore he was rich and he was a spender all right. And then some guy came up to me one night at Gruber's and told me he was married already." "What?" Janet exclaimed. "Sure! He's got a wife and two kids here in Boston. That was a twenty-one round knockout!
Lise, she remembered, had sometimes mentioned this place, though preferring Gruber's: and she was struck by the contrast between this spectacle and the grimness of the strike these people had come to encourage and sustain, the conflict in the streets, the suffering in the tenements.
She permitted him to take her, however, to Gruber's Cafe, to the movies, and one or two select dance halls, and to Slattery's Riverside Park, where one evening she had encountered the rejected Mr. Wiley. "Say, he was sore!" she told Janet the next morning, relating the incident with relish, "for two cents he would have knocked Charlie over the ropes. I guess he could do it, too, all right."
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Just because I went to Gruber's with Neva Lorrie and a couple of gentlemen they were gentlemen all right, as much gentlemen as Ditmar you come at me and tell me I'm all to the bad." She began to sob. "I'm as straight as you are. How was I to know the highball was stiff?
She hastened her steps. It was wicked, what she was doing, but she gloried in it; and even the sight, in burning red letters, of Gruber's Cafe failed to bring on a revulsion by its association with her sister Lise. The fact that Lise had got drunk there meant nothing to her now.
Just because I went to Gruber's with Neva Lorrie and a couple of gentlemen they were gentlemen all right, as much gentlemen as Ditmar you come at me and tell me I'm all to the bad." She began to sob. "I'm as straight as you are. How was I to know the highball was stiff?
She had hoped to discover the identity of the man who had taken Lise to Gruber's, but she did not attempt to continue the conversation. She rose and took off her hat. "Why don't you go to bed?" she asked. "I'll tell mother you have a headache and bring in your supper." "Well, I don't care if I do," replied Lise, gratefully.
Lise, she remembered, had sometimes mentioned this place, though preferring Gruber's: and she was struck by the contrast between this spectacle and the grimness of the strike these people had come to encourage and sustain, the conflict in the streets, the suffering in the tenements.
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