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"We must get away from this house," he declared. "If he finds us here " With a gesture of dismay he tossed his hands in the air. Gaylor nodded. In silence all, save Mannie, moved into the hall, and halted between the outer and inner doors of the vestibule. Gaylor turned to Vance. "Are you going to tell her," he asked, "that he is to be there tonight?" "He'll tell her himself, now!"
And although "Mannie" Day had already ushered two visitors into the front room, Vera had not yet come downstairs. In consequence, Mabel Vance was in possession of the reception parlor. Mrs. Vance was plump, pink-and-blonde, credulous and vulgar, but at all times of the utmost good humor. Her admiration for Vera was equaled only by her awe of her.
Mannie should have too his good-bye." "All right then, ma, if if you're sure you want it. Will you sing it, Gina?" She had risen. "Why, yes, Leon." She sang it then, quite purely, her hands clasped simply together and her glance mistily off, the beautiful, the heroic, the lyrical prophecy of a soldier-poet and a poet-soldier.
At the entrance of the three women, he had been engrossed in the difficult task of selling a fall line to Mannie Nussbaum, of Portland, Oregon. Mannie was what is known as a temperamental buyer. He couldn't be forced; he couldn't be coaxed; he couldn't be led. But when he liked a line he bought like mad, never cancelled, and T. A. Buck had just got him going.
He moved to the door and looked into the hall, then turned, and with uplifted arm silently demanded attention. "Miss Vera," he announced. Followed closely, like respectful courtiers, by Mannie and Mrs. Vance, Vera appeared in the doorway, walked a few feet into the room, and stood motionless. As though already in a trance, she moved slowly, without volition, like a somnambulist.
Weel, ma mannie, he says tae Hopps, 'it's a fine ploy, and ye 'ill better gang on wi' the Nux till it's dune, and gie him ony ither o' the sweeties he fancies. "'Noo, Hillocks, a' maun be aff tae see Drumsheugh's grieve, for he's doon wi' the fever, and it's tae be a teuch fecht.
They both made a grimace, and laughed nervously. 'Get the frying-pan, said Emmie to Matilda. 'But he's as cocky as ever, said Matilda, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head knowingly, as she handed the frying-pan. 'Mannie! said Emmie sarcastically. Hadrian's new-fledged, cock-sure manliness evidently found no favour in her eyes. 'Oh, he's not bad, said Matilda.
"Keene entry win the third." Mabel appealed breathlessly to the telephone. "What price the Keene entry in the third?" She turned to Mannie with reproachful eyes. "Even money!" she complained. "That's what I told you," retorted Mannie. He lowered his voice, and gazed apprehensively toward the front parlor.
"From up the State," explained Vera, "from Geneva. It's Mr. Winthrop." With an exclamation of alarm, Mannie started upright. "Winthrop!" he cried; then with a laugh of relief he sank back. "Gee! You give me a scare," he cried. "I thought you meant the District Attorney." Mabel laughed sympathetically. "I thought so too," she admitted. "I do mean the District Attorney," said the girl.
"That makes thirty for you," exclaimed Mannie enthusiastically, "and twenty I owe to Mabel, and that leaves me ten." Mrs. Vance, no longer occupied in the whirlpool of speculation, for the first time observed that Vera had changed her matronly robe of black lace for a short white skirt and a white shirtwaist. She noted also that there was a change in Vera's face and manner.
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