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"Your meal ticket's ruined, Cuddles, and you made it clear a little while ago just where you stand. Remind me to tell you sometime how much fun it's been." "Your mother was good with a soldering iron, wasn't she? You even look human." She bent to pick up a shoulder pack and a bag, and her face was normal when she stood up again.
I said you'd be going on board the Charles Quex to-morrow when she leaves for Marseilles." "But Maïeddine can find out " "That's just what we want. He can find out that your ticket's taken, if we do take it. He can see you go on board if he likes to watch or send a spy. But he mustn't see you sneaking off again with the Arab porters who carry luggage.
And it don't take me a month to figure out the line of talk I'm goin' to use. What's the sense in playin' for time when your blue ticket's all made out. "Heard you?" says I. "Think I wear my ears full of putty?" "Huh!" he grunts. "And do I understand that you disapprove of my profanity?" "Ah, who's been fillin' you up?" says I. "Why, you're an artist at it." "Thanks," says he.
But the hostile look on the porter's face scared him, and he could not help a tremor that crept into his voice as he made his reply. "Whar's yer ticket?" snarled the negro. Reaching into his pocket, Bob drew forth the long strip of paper and presented it to the officious porter. "The ticket's all right," grunted the man. "Now, whar's youah parlah cyar ticket?" "My what?" asked Bob.
D 'ye see, if you 'd have played him for place as I wanted you to, we 'd have saved our stake. But you would n't 'thaw out, and now your ticket's a souvenir. We 'd have win as it was with a good boy up. That settles Garrison for me. There 's a jockey that ought to be driving cows instead of riding a sprinter like Grady, and pumping him out in the first three-quarters. Domino last!
Yes, I understand that you didn't help us out for pay you or any in your party. This isn't pay; it's just a little tit for tat. Sell that ticket and divide the proceeds among you, not omitting the boy. It may tide you over a tight place, just as you tided us over a tight place. You see, the ticket's no good to me. And now there's another thing or two, before we part.
Yet as he spoke the darkness was withdrawn, veil after veil, and she saw to the bottom of her soul. "Then, Lucy " "You've frightened me," she moaned. "Cecil Mr. Beebe the ticket's bought everything." She fell sobbing into the chair. "I'm caught in the tangle. I must suffer and grow old away from him. I cannot break the whole of life for his sake. They trusted me."
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