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"Certainly," Miss M'Gann replied warmly, "first-class house, good society, reasonable rates, and all that." But the doctor was bowing himself out. 'He's taking some interest in the fair widow's welfare, Miss M'Gann commented, as she watched him from behind the hall-door curtain. 'I hope he won't get the d. t.'s like number one, and live off her.
The step below Miss M'Gann's was held by a young man who seemed to share with Miss M'Gann the social leadership of the Keystone. He was with the Baking Powder Trust, he told Sommers. He was tall and fair, with reddish hair that massed itself above his forehead in a shiny curl, and was supplemented by a waving auburn mustache.
We haven't told you our names. I am Sir Duke Lawless, and this is Shon M'Gann." Pourcette nodded: "I do not know how it come to me, but I was sure from the first you are his friends. He speak often of you and of two others where are they?" Lawless replied, and, at the name of Pretty Pierre, Shon hid his forehead in his hand, in a troubled way.
Only he asked very particularly about you and the doctor; about what kind of man the doctor was, and just when you were married and where." Alves moved nervously. "Where were you married, Alves?" Miss M'Gann pursued anxiously. "Here or in Wisconsin? You were so dreadfully queer about it all."
Judas was a fool what was thirty dollars! you give me hunder' to take you to the Barren Grounds. Pah!" The half-breed chuckled, shook his head sagely, swore half-way through his vocabulary at Whiskey Wine, gratefully received a pipe of tobacco from Shon M'Gann, and continued: "He come in on us slow and still, and push out long thin hands, the fingers bent like claws, towards the pot.
He's a college man, was a professor at Exonia." "Excuse me," Mrs. Preston interrupted. The continued noise in the room overhead had made her more and more nervous. She had not heard Miss M'Gann's story, which would probably be the preface of a tender personal episode. "I will be back in a moment," she said, closing the sitting-room door carefully. Miss M'Gann sat forward, listening intently.
"You're a wonderful fool," he said, "but I'm not sure that I like you less for that. There was Shon M'Gann but it is no matter." He sighed and continued: "When to-night is over, you shall have work and fun that you've been fattening for this many a year, and the woman'll not find you, be sure of that. Besides " he whispered in Macavoy's ear.
"Anna comes in sometimes she's a young Swede who has a sister in the school. But I've got to get on alone somehow." "Well, if that's what getting married is, it's no wonder more of us girls don't get married, as I told Mr. Dresser." There was a knock at the outside door. Miss M'Gann quickly barricaded herself behind the long table, while Mrs. Preston opened the door and admitted the visitor.
Dresser's evolution impressed Miss M'Gann also; Sommers noticed that she was readier to accept Dresser's condescending attentions than the devotion of the plodding clerk. Webber was simple and vulgar, but he was sincere and good-hearted. He was striving to get together a little money for a home.
"You had better marry him, hadn't you?" Miss M'Gann moved uneasily on the stone seat. "He's down there again to-day, I just know. He's given up the Baking Powder place, they crowded him out in the reorganization, and Dresser got him a place down town." "Do you mean he's at the broker's?" Miss M'Gann nodded and then added: "Do you remember Dr. Leonard?
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