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Avery's attachment if such it could be called was noticeable only in the many small ways in which she cared for Krafft's comfort; her manner with him was invariably severe and distant, with the exception of those occasions when a seeming trifle raised in her a burst of the dull, passionate anger, beneath which Krafft shrank.
Now that the pledge of secrecy had been removed from him, Maurice felt that he wanted facts; and, without thinking more about it than if he had been there the day before, he climbed the stairs that led to Krafft's lodging. He found him at supper; Avery was present, too, and on the table sat Wotan, who was being regaled with strips of skin off the sausage.
Afterwards, they sauntered home first to Maurice's lodging, then to Krafft's, and once again to Maurice's.
Schilsky laid his hand affectionately on Krafft's shoulder, and Krafft sprang up in exaggerated surprise.
Nevertheless, he went ahead doggedly, using Krafft and some of Krafft's proteges to considerable effect. But soon pressure was brought on him from a new direction: his opponents struck at him through his home. For some days Nan had been aware of a changed atmosphere in the society she frequented and had heretofore led.
From the paper, his eyes roved round the room; he saw the tumbled, unopened bed, from which he had just risen, the traces of his boots on the coverings. He could not remember how he had come there; his last recollection was of being turned out of Krafft's room, in what seemed to be still the middle of the night. Since getting home, he must have slept a dead sleep. "Ill?
Were it not for something of the sort he might, like many modern corporation lawyers, have confined himself entirely to his own class. And this, of course, would eventually have meant narrowness. But through Krafft, and especially through his desire to help Krafft's work, he came in contact with all sorts of people; and, what was more important, he found that he liked a great many of them.
"Oh, nothing in particular," he replied, without hostility, but also without warmth. His mind was not with his words, and Maurice withdrew his hand. Madeleine leaned forward, dislodging Krafft's head from its resting-place. "How long have you two been 'DU' to each other?" she asked, and at Maurice's curt reply, she pushed Krafft from her. "Sit up and behave yourself.
Then, for a street-length, he himself lapsed into semi-consciousness, and when he wakened, Dove was gone. He chuckled anew at the thought that somehow or other they had managed to outwit him. His intention had been to make for home, but the door before which they ultimately found themselves was Krafft's. Maurice propped his companion against the wall, and searched his own pockets for a key.
"Come, now, Mex, tell Mr, Keith what you know about the Cora trial. Go on!" he urged, as the man hesitated. "He's not going to 'use' you he doesn't even know who you are or where you're to be found, and I'm not going to tell him. Speak up, Mex! I tell you I want him to know how things stand." Keith by now was acquainted with many of Krafft's proteges, but he had never met the delectable Mex.
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