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"You must let me tell you how I happened to go and why I came " "Please," he interrupted, looking at her with a piercing though not in the least unfriendly expression that made her grow suddenly pale and thoughtful. "I do not wish to hear about it not now not ever. Tetlow told me all that it's necessary for me to know. You have come to stay, I assume?"
I'll bring the girl in here and keep her at work until you get out of the way." Tetlow glanced at his friend; then the tears came into his eyes. "You're a hell of a friend!" he ejaculated. "And I thought you'd sympathize because you were in love." "I do sympathize, Billy," Norman replied with an abrupt change to shamefaced apology. "I sympathize more than you know. I feel like a dog, doing this.
We all get to be harlots here in New York. Some of us know it, and some don't. But we all look it and act it. And she'd go the way of the rest with or without marriage. It's just as well she didn't marry me. I know what'd have become of her." Norman nodded. Tetlow gave a weary sigh. "Anyhow, she's safe at home with her father. He's found a backer for his experiments." "That's good," said Norman.
He tottered to his desk chair, and sat with his head buried in his arms upon the desk. After a while the telephone at his side rang insistently. He took the receiver in a hand he could not steady. "Yes?" he called. "It's Tetlow. How'd you come out?" "Oh " He paused to stiffen his throat to attack the words naturally "all right. We go ahead." "With G.?" "Certainly. But keep quiet.
"Pardon me," said he, and his manner might well have calmed the wildest tempest of anger. "I did not admit. I never admit. I leave that to people of the sort who explain and excuse and apologize. I simply told you I was paying the expenses of a family named Hallowell." "But why should you do it, Fred?" His smile was gently satirical. "I thought Tetlow told you why." "I don't believe him!"
As Tetlow stood at attention, Norman turned and advanced toward him. "Mr. Tetlow," he began, in his good-humored voice with the never wholly submerged under-note of sharpness, "is it your habit to go out to lunch with the young ladies employed here? If so, I wish to suggest simply to suggest that it may be bad for discipline." Tetlow's jaw dropped a little.
Tired of such an unprofitable quest, Dame Tetlow came to a sudden halt, addressed the piper as Nicholas had addressed him, and receiving a like answer, summoned the delinquent to come forward; but as he knelt down on the cushion, instead of receiving the anticipated salute, he got a sound box on the ears, the dame, actuated probably by some feeling of jealousy, taking advantage of the favourable opportunity afforded her of avenging herself.
Poor Tetlow! he deserved a better fate than to be drawn into this girl's trap for, of course, she never could care for such a heavy citizen heavy and homely the loosely fat kind of homely that is admired by no one, not even by a woman with no eye at all for the physical points of the male. It would be a real kindness to save worthy Tetlow.
Bert's heart sank when he saw that it was the school principal who held him by the collar. He remembered what Nan had said about fighting and being expelled. "It was Bert Bobbsey's fault," blustered Danny, wiping his bleeding nose on his sleeve. "No, it wasn't," answered Bert quickly. "It was his fault." "I say it was your fault!" shouted Danny. "He started the fight, Mr. Tetlow."
Fred Norman, at these vulgar vigils, took the measure of his own self-abasement to a hair's breadth. But he kept on, with the fever of his infatuation burning like a delirium, burning higher and deeper with each baffled day. At noon, one day, as he swung into Broadway from Cedar street, he ran straight into Tetlow. It was raining and his umbrella caught in Tetlow's.
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