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Is it my fault that I blunder? By the merest accident I have already committed a hideous faux pas. You ought to have warned me." "What do you mean?" "I have spoken to the Duchesse of the Maine disaster." The eyes of Sogrange gleamed for a moment, but he lay perfectly still. "Why not?" he asked. "A good many people are talking about it.
From what I can see of you, you appear to be very amiable gentlemen, and if it would interest you to choose the method say, of your release why, I can assure you we'll do all we can to meet your views." "I am beginning," Sogrange remarked, "to feel quite at home." "You see, we've been through this sort of thing before," Peter added, blandly. Mr. Philip Burr took a cigar from his case and lit it.
We've both of us seen the real thing, and there's nothing real about what they show you here." "Chinatown is erased from our program," Sogrange agreed. "We go now to dine. Remind me, Baron, that I inquire for those strange dishes of which one hears Terrapin, Canvas-backed Duck, Green Corn, Strawberry Shortcake." Peter smiled grimly.
Sogrange waved his arms towards the great uneasy plain of blue sea, the showers of foam leaping into the sunlight, away beyond the disappearing coast of France. "Last!" he repeated. "For eight days, I hope. Consider, my dear Baron! What could be more refreshing, more stimulating to our jaded nerves than this?
The intense vitality of the people, the pandemonium of Broadway at midnight, with its flaming illuminations, its eager crowd, its inimitable restlessness, fascinated them both. Sogrange, indeed, remembering the decadent languor of the crowds of pleasure-seekers thronging his own boulevards, was never weary of watching these men and women.
"Sogrange," Peter said, speaking in a low tone, "I have never yet killed a human being." "Nor I," Sogrange admitted. "Nor have I yet set my heel upon its head and stamped the life from a rat upon the pavement. But one lives and one moves on. Bernadine is the enemy of your country and mine. He makes war after the fashion of vermin. No ordinary cut-throat would succeed against him.
Personally, I will admit that I have had my doubts of the Baroness, but on the whole I have come to the conclusion that they were groundless. She is not the sort of woman to take up a vendetta, especially an unprofitable one." "She is an exceedingly dangerous person for an impressionable man like myself," Sogrange remarked, arranging his tie.
With his finger upon the hell, Peter hesitated. He, too, loved adventures, but the gloom of a presentiment had momentarily depressed him. "We are marked men, remember, Sogrange," he said. "An escapade of this sort means a certain amount of risk, even in New York." Sogrange laughed. "Bernadine caught the midday steamer! We have no enemies here that I know of." Peter pressed the button.
It's a chance for you, as you're a writer, but you'd best keep out of it if you're in any way nervous." "You said it was quite close?" Sogrange inquired. "Within a yard or two," the man replied. "It's right this way." They left the hall with their new escort. When they looked for their motor-car, they found it had gone.
"If we return by this afternoon's steamer," he remarked, "we shall have Bernadine for a fellow passenger. Bernadine is annoyed with us just now. I must confess that I should feel more at my ease with a few thousand miles of the Atlantic between us." "Let it be so," Sogrange assented. "We will explore this marvelous city.
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