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But I ain't complaining; I got to admit, if you hadn't staged your act to occupy the minds of those gents in there, we might've had a lot more difficulty raiding this joint." Quickly he wound an arm round the waist of Cecelia Brooke when, without warning, she swayed blindly and would have fallen. "Here, now!" he protested. "That's no way to do.... Why, she's flickered out!
Graham to turn on all the lights that way," she simpered. "Somebody else might've seen." "Yes," agreed the young man, half distracted; "but of course I daren't turn them off again." "Never mind. We can wait." Josie blushed. "I'll just sit here and wait we can talk till Tracey comes, and then you can walk home with me." "Yes, that'll be nice," he agreed, but without absolute ecstasy.
He strode away greatly pleased with himself, and went and found Mo Shendish. "Man," said he, "have you ever reflected that the dispensing of happiness is the cheapest form of human diversion?" "What've you been doin' now?" asked Mo. "I've just left a lassie tottering over with blissful dreams." "Gorblime!" said Mo, "and to think that if I could sling the lingo, I might've done the same!"
"I don't know," he said with doubting emphasis. "You say you landed him without a penny in his pocket? I don't call that a good plan at all. Of course, he ain't a factor, but ... Well, it might've been as well to give him his fare home. He might make trouble for us, somehow.... I don't mind telling you, Cap'n, that you're an ass." The tensity of certain situations numbs the sensibilities.
I was jest tellin' myself it sure turned out to be a good thing he didn't have any Chinks aboard at the time, 'cause they might've lost the number o' their mess in the racket I'm willin' to stop the yeller boys from crashin' Unc' Sam's gates, but I don't crave the job o' sendin' the poor dicks along to their worshipped ancestors, not me."
He thought bitterly, standing there, of Calcutta's recognition of the claims of legitimate drama, for the dank darkness was full of the noise of wheels and the flashing of lamps on the way to accord another season's welcome to Jimmy Finnigan. "I might've learned this town well enough by now," he reflected, "to know that a bally minstrel show's about the size of it." Mr. Stanhope had not Mr.
It was queer, though, hitting on the right name in that way. "There! there! Yes, I am Emmeline, though I might've been Sophia or Debby Jane! Namin' people is sort o' accidental. I always wished they'd named me somethin' prettier by accident! But I guess Emmeline will have to do." It was long after this before any explanation was made. The fact that it was Emmeline was enough for those first hours.
If there were any embarrassments in the meeting for the older men, it was concealed under the cordiality of their greetings. Pettit took charge of the situation. "Well, sir," he boomed, "I might've known that if I came to town and broke into sassiety I'd get caught at it; you can't get away from home folks!
Like a deer, he doubled down a side street, followed by the crowd, yelling, cursing, swearing deep oaths. "Let 'em go," said the Chief. "Maitland's got through by this time." As he spoke, two shots rang out, followed by the crash of glass, and the headlights of the first car went black. "Just as well you didn't get through, Chief," said the voice of the previous speaker. "Might've got hurt, eh?"
"They say crazy Mary looked that headlight full in the face, jes' the same ez a bird looks at a snake, till the thing caught her, an' when the long freight train had passed over her she didn't have a single remain, not a one, though I always thought they might've gethered up enough to give her a funeral. When I die I intend to have a funeral, even if I'm drownded at sea.
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