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She did not dare believe the girl; she did not dare disbelieve her. "Zeist's? What's that?" said Susan indifferently. "The joint two blocks down. Hasn't Joe Bishop had you in there for a couple of months?" Susan yawned. "Lord, how my head does ache! Who's Joe Bishop? I'm dead to the world. I must have had an awful jag!" She turned on her side, drew the spread over her. "I want to sleep. So long!"
"Didn't you run away from home with Joe Bishop?" demanded the madam shrilly. "And didn't he put you to work for Zeist?" "Who's Joe Bishop? Where's Zeist's?" Susan said, cross and yawning. "I've been with Jim about a year. He took me off the street. I was broke in five years ago." The madam gave a kind of howl. "And that Joe Bishop got twenty-five off me!" she screamed.
God, but you was drunk when they brought you up from the bar!" "When was that?" asked Susan. "About midnight. It's nearly four now. We've shut the house for the night. You're in a first-rate house, my dear, and if you behave yourself, you'll make money a lot more than you ever could at a dive like Zeist's. If you don't behave well, we'll teach you how.
"I'm his girl," said Susan carelessly. She stretched herself and yawned. "I got mad at him and started out for some fun. He's a regular damn fool about me. But I'm sick of him. Anything but a jealous man! And spied on everywhere I go. How much can I make here?" "Ain't you from Zeist's?" demanded the madam. Her voice was quivering with fright.
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