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"Nowhere," says Millie. "We're tryin' to break in." "Oh!" says I. "Candidates for amateur night?" "Not much!" says Millie. "We're as good as any. Maurice ain't got a thing on us, honest; nor that Ripple combination, either. Why, we got steps of our own that the rest haven't thought of!" "Ye-e-es?" says I. "Oh, I know," says she, shruggin' her shoulders.
"I sounded Norris on that point," says Steele; "but he'd never heard of Gordon's having been in Tullington, and was sure Pedders didn't know him." "Then you ain't had a talk with Pedders himself?" says I. "Why, no," says J. Bayard, shruggin' his shoulders scornful. "The poor devil! I didn't see what good it would do an ex-convict, and "
'Some kind and generous act, is the way he put it. Let's remember that." "But," says he, shruggin' his shoulders eloquent, "here is a man who has everything he wants, money enough to gratify every wish. How am I to do anything kind and generous for him?" "That's all up to you," says I. "As a matter of fact, I don't believe there ever was anybody, no matter how rich, who had everything he wanted.
And by way of bein' sociable I remarks casual that I hear how McGraw is puttin' Tesreau on the mound again to-day against the Cubs. That don't get much of a rise out of him. "Aw, rully!" says he. "I expect you'll be hikin' out for the grandstand yourself pretty quick?" I goes on. "No," says he, shruggin' his shoulders annoyed. "I take no interest in baseball; none whatever, I assure you."
Robert has always been more or less chummy, and every now and then they get together like this for a talkfest. As Mr. Mills seems to be right in the middle of something as I drifts in, Mr. Robert waves me to a chair and signals him to keep on, which he does. "It's a curious mess, that's all," says Oakley, spreadin' out his manicured fingers and shruggin' his shoulders under his Donegal Norfolk.
"Gordon?" says he, shruggin' his shoulders and smilin' cynical. "Really, I can't conceive just why he should remember me. True, during our brief acquaintance, he showed a most active dislike for me; but I assure you it was not mutual. A man of Gordon's type Bah! One simply ignores them, you know." "You don't say!" says I. "Now I had an idea that wa'n't so dead easy ignorin' Pyramid."
It was the girl, that sweet young thing that Brother Dick towed in here along last winter, some Senator's daughter that Skid had got chummy with when he was doin' his great quarterback act and havin' his picture printed in the sportin' extras. "How's that affair comin' on?" says I; for I ain't heard him mention her in quite some time. "It's all off," says he, shruggin' them wide shoulders of his.
"Mais non!" says the lady vamp, shruggin' her shoulders. "They are what you call simple, yes. But they are chic, too. One considers that. Las' week come a young lady from Atlanta who in one hour takes two dozen at once, and more next day. You see!" Peyton was beginning to see. But he wanted to be dead sure. "From Atlanta?" says he. "Not not a a Miss Vaughn?"
I offers to run in and see if Auntie is back yet, but he won't have it. "Just lead the way, that's all," says he. "Oh, very well," says I. And when Helma, the maid, has used up all her hyphenated English in assurin' us that "Meesus" is still out, I rubs it in by shruggin' my shoulders and glancin' knowin' at him. "Mees Verona, she coom," suggests Helma.
He looks me over sort of doubtful, stroking the zippy little chin tuft as he does it, but he ends by shruggin' his shoulders resigned. "I come," says he, "in quest of Señor Captain Yohness." "Yohness?" says I, tryin' to look thoughtful. "No such party around here that I know of." "It must be," says he. "That I have ascertained." "Oh, well!" says I. "Suppose we admit that much as a starter.
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