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"I ca'ant rightly tall ye because I don't justly knaw, Abe. They said this here Mr. Lucy Love-me Lucy they called him in the ward-room got messin about a'ter Diamond's gal. But anyways there it were. Diamond struck him struck his officer." "What happened?" "Why, sir; flogged round the Fleet." A man spat noisily on the deck. "Maybe you've never seen a man flogged round the Fleet?" "Never."
Outside the pizzicato of the crowds, the Great City, shining, dragon-eyed, through the mist the City That Has No Heart. And here under our nose, twinkling up at our eyes, a huge tray full of 10-cent wedding rings. End of Act One. Act Two, now Madge, the sharp-tongued, weary-eyed young woman behind the counter. Love-me love songs in her ear and people unraveling, faces unraveling before her.
His features were exceedingly fair fair as the fairest girl's; his hair was of the softest, silkiest, brightest chestnut; his mouth very beautifully shaped; on the whole, with a certain gentle, mournful love-me look that his eyes had with them, it was no wonder that great ladies and gay lionnes alike gave him the palm as the handsomest man in all the Household Regiments not even excepting that splendid golden-haired Colossus, his oldest friend and closest comrade, known as "the Seraph."
A tinny, nasal voice with a whine and a hoarseness almost hiding the words. The cash registers clink, clink. "Are you waited on, madam? Five cents a package, madam." The crowds, tired eyed, shabbily dressed, bundle-laden, young, old the crowds shuffle up and down, staring at gewgaws, and the love-me love songs follow them around.
"You used to tell father that Carmela and Librada were the most beautiful women you had ever seen." "So they were. But you are quite as beautiful. And, Tessa " "Yes, Harvey" this in the faintest whisper. "Could you care for me at all, Tessa? I do not mean as a friend. I am only a poor trader, but if I thought you could love-me, I " She took a quick glance around the deck, and bent towards him.
Some of our young people call it "Love-me; love-me-not," because they think it can tell if one is loved. They pull out the white rays of the flower one by one, saying, "He loves me; he loves me not; he loves me; he loves me not." Then what they are saying as the last is pulled, settles the question.
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