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Updated: June 2, 2025
"If you're not man enough to stop it, I'll have to, that's all. I'm going up there with Stell this week." They did not notify Jo of their coming. Eva telephoned his apartment when she knew he would be out, and asked his man if he expected his master home to dinner that evening. The man had said yes. Eva arranged to meet Stell in town.
"Carrie ought to be here," Eva said. They both smiled at the thought of the austere Carrie in the midst of those rosy cushions, and hangings, and lamps. Stell rose and began to walk about, restlessly. She picked up a vase and laid it down; straightened a picture. Eva got up, too, and wandered into the hall. She stood there a moment, listening. Then she turned and passed into Jo's bedroom.
Time is money to me right now, Stell. If the thing dragged over two or three months, by the time they were sold and all expenses paid, I might not have anything left. I'm in debt for supplies, behind in wages. When it looks like a man's losing, everybody jumps him. That's business. I may have my outfit seized and sold up if I fall down on this delivery and fail to square up accounts right away.
A solid, determined mass of people waiting patient hours to see the khaki-clads go by. Three years of indefatigable reading had brought them to a clear knowledge of what these boys were going to. "Isn't it dreadful!" Stell gasped. "Nicky Overton's only nineteen, thank goodness." Their car was caught in the jam. When they moved at all it was by inches.
What a good figure Stell would have made in a play: the great alienist who couldn't read a man's mind any better than that! Granice saw huge comic opportunities in the type. But as he walked away, his fears dispelled, the sense of listlessness returned on him.
What if he were really being shadowed, not by a police agent but by a mad-doctor? To have the truth out, he suddenly determined to call on Dr. Stell. The physician received him kindly, and reverted without embarrassment to the conditions of their previous meeting. "We have to do that occasionally, Mr. Granice; it's one of our methods. And you had given Allonby a fright." Granice was silent.
"If you're not man enough to stop it, I'll have to, that's all. I'm going up there with Stell this week." They did not notify Jo of their coming. Eva telephoned his apartment when she knew he would be out, and asked his man if he expected his master home to dinner that evening. The man had said yes. Eva arranged to meet Stell in town.
A solid, determined mass of people waiting patient hours to see the khaki-clads go by. Three years of indefatigable reading had brought them to a clear knowledge of what these boys were going to. "Isn't it dreadful!" Stell gasped. "Nicky Overton's only nineteen, thank goodness." Their car was caught in the jam. When they moved at all it was by inches.
As good as anybody," Charlie drawled. "Why not?" "Well er I suppose my notion of Indians is rather vague," Stella admitted. "Are they all civilized and educated?" "Most of 'em," Benton replied. "The younger generation anyhow. Say, Stell, can you cook?" "A little," Stella rejoined guardedly. "That Indian girl's really pretty, isn't she?" "They nearly all are when they're young," he observed.
Besides, they were unhealthful, old-fashioned things. They always meant to ask Jo to come along, but by the time their friends were placed, and the lunch, and the boxes, and sweaters, and George's camera, and everything, there seemed to be no room for a man of Jo's bulk. So that eliminated the Sunday dinners. "Just drop in any time during the week," Stell said, "for dinner.
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