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"How can they do it!" she exclaimed to Jack, when they had returned to their more spacious quarters. "Go over second-class like that it's so dirty and smelly and such common people all around one." "I suppose Reddon can't afford anything better." "Then I should stay at home until I could. With a baby, too, and another one coming: it's like the emigrants!"
The strain told on her at last, and we went to California soon after my ridiculous flight from Tinkletown last winter. It was not until after that adventure that I began to see deep into the wretched soul of Tom Reddon. "Then came the most villainous part of the whole conspiracy.
That seems the simple and just way, doesn't it?" "Any way seems just, I'd say," he said. "They love one another, so what's the odds? Do you know Reddon well?" "I have seen him many times," she replied with apparent evasiveness. "He is a " but here he stopped as if paralysis had seized him suddenly. The truth shot into his brain like a deadly bolt. Everything was as plain as day to him now.
Reddon was explosively enthusiastic over the Laundryman, whom he described as a "regular old sport," "one of the finest," "the right sort," and the climax of praise "one first-class man."
"But I'm so sorry for him, Tom," she protested contritely. "He did bring me here in a way." "Well, I'll take you home another way," said good-looking Mr. Reddon. It was also noticed that Rosalie Gray had much of a confidential nature to say to Miss Banks as they parted for the evening, she to go home in Blucher Peabody's new sleigh.
"Ain't I mean, wasn't you Miss Lovering?" muttered Anderson Crow. "Good heavens, no!" cried Miss Banks. "Who is she a shoplifter?" "I'll tell you the story, Mr. Crow, if you'll come with me," said Mr. Farnsworth, stepping forward with a wink. In the library he told the Tinkletown posse that Tom Reddon had met Miss Banks while she was at school in New York.
"And now, M'sieu'," said little Madame Reddon, raising her hands and clasping them entreatingly before her, "we have come to seek vengeance upon this misérable! This villain m'sieu! He has taken our money and made fools of us. Surely you will give us justice!" "Yes," echoed Lapierre stubbornly, "and the money was my own money, which I had made from the products of my farming."
In the meantime, the quarry, if we may be permitted so to designate her, stood before them as pretty as a picture. At her side was Tom Reddon, and a dozen guests of the house fell in behind them. "Did Rosalie tell you?" demanded Miss Banks. "The mean thing! She said she wouldn't." "Ro Rosalie!" gasped Anderson; "tell me what?" nervously. "That I was was coming over here with Tom.
Milly warned, and then ventured, "How about the children where would they come in?" "That is a difficulty," Reddon admitted, stretching his feet to the fire. "You see I had mine already, bless her little heart!" "One of 'em would have to do as you did," Sam mused, "get the children on the side." At this point Milly with a "Sam, don't be horrid" shut off further social theorizing.
"So," she remarked, as they passed through the great gilt gate out to the noisy street, "you think a woman should have children to keep a man true to her." "Tied to her," Marion Reddon emended, "and truer than he otherwise might be. Then they are something in case the husband quits altogether if he turns out to be a bad lot. Most of them don't, of course; they are loyal and faithful.
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