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Harpe was right when she had told her that in her ignorance of the world and its men she had misunderstood the kindness Van Lennop would have shown to any person in her position. "But he didn't show it to her he didn't show it to anyone else but me!" she would whisper in a fierce joy, which was short-lived, for, instantly, the crushing remembrance of his leave-taking confronted her.
"I'll tell the lady doc to bounce out," said the bartender. "He's got 'em bad. I had 'em twict myself and took the cure. It's fierce. He's gotta have some dope a shot o' hop will fix him." The bartender hurried away on his kindly mission, while the Dago Duke clung to Van Lennop like a horrified child to its mother. Dr.
"'Fired' is the word when a biscuit-shooter is dismissed," she returned coldly. "I hear you get lef' by that loafer, too. I tole you, mam'selle, that fellow Van Lennop no good. I know that kind, I see that kind before, Mees Teesdale. Lak every pretty girl an' have good time, then 'pouf! zat is all!" She turned upon him hotly, her face a mixture of humiliation and angry resentment.
"No doubt he has been lonely," defended Mrs. Symes mildly, "and of course Essie is pretty." When Van Lennop found the invitation in the mail a couple of days later he frowned in mingled annoyance and amusement. "Discovered," he said dryly, quickly guessing its import. Dr.
Van Lennop did not smile, instead he shook his head gravely. "No, Essie Tisdale, I can't just see you in any such setting as that." "Why not? I've seen it happen to others." "But," he spoke decisively, "you're different." "Yes," she cried with a vehemence which sent the color flying under her fair skin, "I am different! If I wasn't I wouldn't mind.
She must get back to the hotel before Crowheart was astir, for it might be her ill-luck to bump into Van Lennop starting on one of his early morning rides. She had no desire that he should see her in her present plight. The closeness of the illy-ventilated hospital, with its odors of disinfectants and sickness, nauseated her slightly as she opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
I'd like your good opinion, Mr. Van Lennop. Won't you try and see my position from a more charitable point of view?" He wanted to be fair to her, he intended to be just, and yet he found himself only able to say "I can't quite understand how you could find it in your heart even to hesitate in a case like that." "I meant to do it in the end," she pleaded.
It was not enough that she should crush her, she wanted somehow to wring from her a cry of pain. "You made a fool of yourself over him, Ess! The whole town laughed at you. You should have known that a man like Van Lennop, of his position, doesn't take a biscuit-shooter seriously. Green as you are you should have known that.
"At ten o'clock," there was desperation in her face "at ten to-morrow I will tell you 'yes' or 'no." She was clutching at a straw, clinging to a faint hope which had not entirely deserted her: she might yet get a letter from Van Lennop, just a line to let her know that he cared enough to send it; and if it came, a single sentence, she knew well enough what her answer to Dubois would be.
"The smash was due when Van Lennop said the word. He's said it." He felt her start at the name and there was something like fear in her face at last. "Van Lennop," he reiterated, "Van Lennop that you've made my enemy to gratify your personal spite and jealousy." He continued through clenched teeth: "From the beginning you've used me to further your petty ends.
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