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Then they seemed to have the running of the trains down pat also; for long after they had their arrangements made they just sat down and waited until the freight going north and passing Bloomsbury at two-eighteen was pounding up-grade from Deering's Crossing, and making all manner of noise." "Oh! to think of the smartness of that, would you?" burst out Andy.
"My stop-watch isn't working right," replied Julia impudently and took the cerise satin gown in her two hands. She made a ring of the gown's opening, and through that cerise frame her eyes met those of Two-eighteen. "Careful of my hair!" Two-eighteen warned her, and ducked her head to the practised movement of Julia's arms. The cerise gown dropped to her shoulders without grazing a hair.
Sadie Corn had her key ready for her. Two-eighteen took it daintily between white-gloved fingers. "I'll want a maid in fifteen minutes," she said. "Tell them to send me the one I had yesterday. The pretty one. She isn't so clumsy as some." Sadie Corn jotted down a note without looking up. "Oh, Julia? Sorry Julia's busy," she lied.
Her eyes and Sadie's followed the two figures until they had stepped into the cream-and-gold elevator and had vanished. Sadie, peppermint bottle at nose, spoke first: "She makes one of those sandwich men with a bell, on Sixth Avenue, look like a shrinking violet!" Julia's lower lip was caught between her teeth. The scent that had enveloped Two-eighteen as she passed was still in the air.
Julia closed the door and stood with her back to it, looking about the disordered chamber. In that marvellous way a room has of reflecting the very personality of its absent owner, room two-eighteen bore silent testimony to the manner of woman who had just left it.
I like people to be cheerful round me." "I'm not used to being yelled at," Julia said resentfully. Two-eighteen patted her cheek lightly. "You come out with me to-morrow and I'll buy you something pretty. Don't you like pretty clothes?" "Yes; but " "Of course you do. Every girl does especially pretty ones like you. How do you like this dress? Don't you think it smart?"
Two-eighteen turned reluctantly from the mirror and picked up a jewelled gold-mesh bag that lay on the bed. From it she extracted a coin and held it out to Julia. It was a generous coin. Julia looked at it. Her smouldering wrath burst into flame. "Keep it!" she said savagely, and was out of the room and down the hall. Sadie Corn, at her desk, looked up quickly as Julia turned the corner.
It was a long and trying stare, as though she now saw Sadie Corn for the first time. Sadie, smiling up at the girl, stood it bravely. Then, with a sudden little gesture, Julia patted the wrinkled, sallow cheek and was off down the hall and round the corner to two-eighteen. The lights still blazed in the bedroom.
"They can tell a New Yorker from an out-of-towner every time. You know the really new thing is the Bulgarian effect!" "Well, of all the nerve!" began Two-eighteen, turning to the mirror in a sort of fright. "Of all the " What she saw there seemed to reassure. She raised one hand to push the gown a little more off the left shoulder. "Will there be anything else?" inquired Julia, standing aloof.
The blazing folds of a cerise satin gown held in her hands made a great, crude patch of colour in the neutral-tinted bedroom. The air was heavy with scent. Hair, teeth, eyes, fingernails Two-eighteen glowed and glistened. Chairs and bed held odds and ends. "Where've you been, girl?" shrilled Two-eighteen. "I've been waiting like a fool! I told you to be here in fifteen minutes."
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