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"I continued to board at the Dugan tent, hoping that Mame would relent. I had sufficient faith in true love to believe that since it has often outlived the absence of a square meal it might, in time, overcome the presence of one. I went on ministering to my fatal vice, although I felt that each time I shoved a potato into my mouth in Mame's presence I might be burying my fondest hopes.
"It wasn't long until there was another fellow named Ed Collier got the between-meals affliction, and him and me put in bridges between breakfast and dinner, and dinner and supper, that made a three-ringed circus of that tent, and Mame's turn as waiter a continuous performance. That Collier man was saturated with designs and contrivings.
"I suppose they are sometimes." Mame's eyes, surveying James, suddenly grew sharp. "You ain't one?" she asked accusingly. "You bet not." Mame's grew soft. "I knew you were all right," said she. "Sometimes they say things to me that their fine lady friends would bounce 'em for, but I knew the minute I saw you that you wasn't that kind if you be dressed up like a gent.
An' that landlady never got in till six this mornin'!” “My Gawd!” I exclaimed. “Hope she was lucky after playin' poker that long!” “She sure was,” sighed Mame. “Gee! I jus' wish ya c'u'd see the swell prize she won!—the most beau-teful statue—stands about three feet high—of Our Blessed Lady of the Immaculate Conception.” Mame's friendship could become almost embarrassing.
She closed her eyes in that fearful, blissful moment before his blow should come she whispered his name to herself she leaned to the expected shock, hungry for it. In the flat below Mr. Cassidy, with a shamed and contrite face was powdering Mame's eye in preparation for their junket.
His hand traveled to his breast pocket, and at the gesture, Mame's gaunt body stiffened suddenly. "Didn't come to inquire about our health, did you?" she shot at him, acrimoniously. "I came to see you about another matter " "Not on the trail of old Jimmy Brunell still, on that business of the bonds found at the bank?" Walter's voice was suddenly shrill with simulated mirth.
"You look like you'd broke out of San Quentin, George, with that face! Hello, darlin'," she added, waylaying Julia. "When are you going to come and be Aunt Mame's girl, huh? Going to come home with me to-night?" "Em!" bellowed George, with only a sickly smile for the guest. "My God, what is it now?" said Emeline sweetly, popping in her head. "Oh, hello, Mame!" she added, coming in.
"It wasn't long until there was another fellow named Ed Collier got the between-meals affliction, and him and me put in bridges between breakfast and dinner, and dinner and supper, that made a three-ringed circus of that tent, and Mame's turn as waiter a continuous performance. That Collier man was saturated with designs and contrivings.
In the silence that followed Pete's rather rasping voice was heard "I ain't got no best girl!" "Ye're in luck," groaned Dan. "This may break pore Mame's heart. When I'm gone, she'll remember that onst I was the greatest thing on this green earth to her." Presently Pete remarked: "Surgeon an' pathologist is the Perfessor." "Meanin'?" "Like as not he'll operate." "Operate?"
What is my share for collecting for you?" quoted Morrow, adding: "I have a friend who is very much interested in ciphers, and he wanted me to ask you about the one you use, Pennold. His name is Blaine. Ever hear of him?" "Blaine!" Mame's voice shrank to a mere whisper, and her sallow face whitened. "Blaine! Henry Blaine? The guy they call the Master Mind?"
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