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He was wrapped nearly up to his waist in a smooth, dripping garment of greenish mud; and patches of it adorned the rest of him. It would have been difficult to imagine anything more unlike a Hohenzollern in a white sailor suit; and his face was hardly attractive enough to justify you in comparing him to the dripping, weed-be-draped Lorelei of his native land. "Well!
Dear little mermaid, what is your name?" cried Fancy, kissing the cool cheek of her new friend, and putting her arms about her neck. "Call me by my German cousin's pretty name, Lorelei," answered the mermaid, kissing back as warmly as she could. "Will you come home and live with me, dear Lorelei?" asked Fancy, still holding her fast.
I'll stand whatever comes to me; I was thinking more of Lorelei she's in no condition " Bob uttered an exclamation. "You're right! We've got to gain time. After the baby's born it won't matter so much." "Max is no fool; he won't wait. Besides, Goldberg's been to see Inspector Snell already on my account, and Snell is in the know. He's holding back warrants now for all of us.
As Rena turned toward Brent and the lamplight fell on her face, he was sure that if she tried to sing her voice would tell what she was trying to keep unknown. "I don't think 'Die Lorelei' is a very lively song, Mrs. Reinfelter," said he. "Maybe I can find some prettier ones in Philadelphia to-morrow, if I have time. I must be sure to bring Casper something. What do you think he would like best?"
He was sure that with a steadying drink he could beat Jim, and eventually he proved it; but, mindful of his resolution, he compromised on beer, which, Jim agreed, could not reasonably be called an intoxicant. On his way to the theater Bob chewed cinnamon bark, and when he kissed Lorelei he held his breath.
Then a ripple of merriment, growing into a guffaw, advised her that something out of the ordinary was occurring. "The scoundrel!" Hannibal Wharton cried. Merkle observed dryly: "He's won your thousand. I withdraw what I said about him; it requires a gigantic intelligence to outwit you." To Lorelei he added: "This will be considered a great joke on Broadway." "That is Mr. Wharton's son?"
There were scores, hundreds of them, and the diners passed in review of the spectacle like country visitors before the glass tanks of the Aquarium. A strident shriek sounded as a gorgeously caparisoned peacock preened himself; others were discovered here and there, brilliant- hued specimens, voicing shrill indignation. "How BEAUTIFUL!" gasped Lorelei, when she had taken in the whole scene.
The agony of suspense was too keen, and he lay with closed eyes, trying to drowse his consciousness, and exchanging it in his fitful snatches of sleep for oppressive dreams, in one of which Eileen figured as a Lorelei, combing her locks on a rock as she sang her siren song. But she did not prolong his agony beyond mid-day.
I'm selfish I'll pay the price." They rode on in silence. When Lorelei awoke on the following afternoon her first inquiry was for Jim; but he had not come home, and her mother knew nothing of his whereabouts. Lorelei ate her breakfast in silence; then, in reply to a question, accounted for the lateness of her arrival by saying that she had dined with Mr. Merkle. At the name Mrs.
"I hope you do," snapped the indignant girl. "I told you to attend to them; now I've nothing but soiled ones." The dresser began to weep silently. She was a small, timid old woman, upon whose manifest need of employment Lorelei had taken pity some time before. Her forgetfulness had long been a trial to both her employers.
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