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A little thrill of breeze fluttered her filmy shoulder scarf against his hand. To his fermenting fancy it was as though her spirit had flitted out of the flesh. "Ah, Miss Renie, I I " "What, Mr. Hochenheimer?" "Nothing. Your your little shawl, it tickled my hand so." She leaned her elbow on the arm of her chair and cupped her chin in her palm.
"Go and hear what the lad has to say to you," suggested Vance, Renie stepped aside with the lad, when the latter whispered in a low tone: "Sol Burton has made trouble." "What has he done?" "He told the men that you gave that man warning, and they're awful mad at you, and they've put up a job to get the man into a quarrel." "Where are the men now?" "Down to Rigby's."
"Yes, yes, Izzy; I'm coming." Hers was trembling and pizzicato. "Excuse me a minute, Mr. Hochenheimer a minute." Mr. Hochenheimer rose, mopping his brow. "It's all right, Miss Renie. I wait out here on the porch till it pleases you."
"I am not an enemy!" "But are you an enemy to Garcia?" "Yes." "Why?" "That is a private matter." "Why is he my enemy?" The young man was silent, but looked toward Renie. The old smuggler followed the direction of his glance end said: "Come, speak out plainly, do not fear!" "I fear nothing." "Then speak."
I wish, Miss Renie, you could see them with the flowers. I well, I don't know how to say it; but I wish you could see them for yourself." "They like it?" "Like it! I tell you it's the greatest pleasure I get out of my place. I wish, instead of my fine house, the city would let me build my factory for them right in the garden." "On such a stylish street they wouldn't ever let you, Mr.
And even as she leaned over to open her lips a figure, swift as a Greek, dashed to the veranda up the steps three at a bound. "Renie!" "Izzy!" She rose, pushing back her chair, and her hand flew to her breast. "Just a minute. Inside I gotta see you quick, Renie. Howdy, Hochenheimer? You excuse her a minute. I got to see her." His voice was like wine that sings in the pouring.
Isadore Shongut made a cigarette and puffed it, curled himself in a deep-seated chair, with his head low and his legs flung high. His sister lay on the divan, with her tearful profile buried, basso-rilievo, against a green velours cushion, her arms limp and dangling in exhaustion. "What's the row, Renie?" "N-nothing." "Aw, come out with it what's the row?
I am assigned to a certain duty, the opportunity to fulfill my mission is now presented. I shall go on the yacht to-night, but when she returns I will return with her!" "You are determined to go?" "I am." "I shall say no more, but I shall watch." "Yes, Renie, do so; and when the yacht comes sailing up the bay, you may know that I come on her."
I am 'Renie, the Wild Girl of the Shore, as Vance once called rue, and I will prove myself more than a match for this deep, designing scoundrel." The girl had just uttered the words above quoted when the door opened, and the man entered the room. As stated, he advanced with a pleased smile upon his face. "Renie, darling," he said. "I have pleasant news for you." "Indeed!" "Yes, my dear.
I tell you the fellows were mad, and had it been anybody but Renie they'd never have sent another message." "Does Renie know her letter was intercepted?" "I don't think she does." "Why would she want to give the Government officer the 'tip'?"
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