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I think all this is meant just for temptation. I shall be firm. I'll remember your parable of the blind girl and the lamp that was not lighted. I'll do the real stuff. So that when you say as you certainly must some day 'I'm Billy Magee's girl' you can say it proudly."
For half-way down the corridor to the left an open door threw a faint light into the hall, and in that light stood a woman he had never seen before. In this order came Mr. Magee's impressions of her, fur-coated, tall, dark, handsome, with the haughty manner of one engaging a chauffeur. "I beg your pardon," she said, "but are you by any chance Mr. Magee?"
And being of a sociable nature, I'd like to sit in your doorway, if you don't mind." "By all means," replied Magee. "Here's a chair. Do you smoke?" "Thanks." Mr. Max placed the chair sidewise in the doorway of number seven, and sat down. From his place he commanded a view of Mr. Magee's apartments and of the head of the stairs. With his yellow teeth he viciously bit the end from the cigar.
Bland the second, the professor the third, and I had the fourth. The mayor has the fifth key, of course. He'll be here soon." "The mayor," gasped Mr. Magee. "Really, I haven't the slightest idea what you mean. I'm here to work " "Very well," said the girl coldly, "if you wish it that way." They came to the door of seventeen, and she took the pail from Mr. Magee's hand. "Thanks."
Magee, I know who has the two hundred thousand dollars!" "You know?" cried Magee. His heart gave a great bound. At last! And then he stopped. "I'm afraid I must ask you not to tell me," he added sadly. The girl looked at him in wonder. She was of a type common in Magee's world delicate, finely-reared, sensitive.
This time a garrison was left to hold Baton Rouge, consisting of the 21st Indiana and 6th Michigan regiments, the remaining section of Everett's battery and Magee's Troop C of the Massachusetts cavalry battalion. On the 22d of June the transports arrived off Ellis's Cliffs, twelve miles below Natchez, where Williams found three gunboats waiting to convoy him past the high ground.
He carried a pistol in his hand; his face was hard, cruel, determined; his usually expressionless eyes lighted with pleasure as they fell on the package in Mr. Magee's possession. "It seems I'm just in time," he said, "to prevent highway robbery." "You think so?" asked Magee. "See here, young man," remarked Hayden, glancing nervously over his shoulder, "I can't waste any time in talk.
On his way he paused at the seat occupied by the ex-hermit of Baldpate, and fixed his eyes on the pale blue necktie Mr. Peters had resurrected for his return to the world of men. "Pretty, ain't it?" remarked the hermit, seeing whither Mr. Magee's gaze drifted. "She picked it. I didn't exactly like it when she first gave it to me, but I see my mistake now.
Eagerly he fought his way to her side. It was a hard fight, the crowd would not part for him as it had parted for the man who owned the city. "Hello, Mr. Hold-up Man!" The girl seized Mr. Magee's proffered hand and leaped down from the truck to his side. "Bless the gods of the mountain," said Magee; "they have given me back my accomplice, safe and sound."
"Yes, it's a little more lively in summer, when that's open," answered the agent; "we get a lot of complaints about trunks not coming, from pretty swell people, too. It sort of cheers things." His eye roamed with interest over Mr. Magee's New York attire. "But Baldpate Inn is shut up tight now. This is nothing but an annex to a graveyard in winter.
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