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A raised gallery looked down into the spacious inclosure in which Count William kept the living specimens of his own princely badge of the lion. And here the company gathered to see the sport. With the gray gabardine drawn but loosely over his silken suit, so that he might, if need be, easily slip from it, Otto von Arkell boldly entered the inclosure.
Minnie Arkell filled another glass of champagne for Clancy, and Clancy didn't give the fizz too much time to melt away either. "These men are the real things," she said, but Clancy, for fear we were getting too much credit, broke in, "Not us seiners. It's the winter fishermen trawlers and hand-liners that are the real things.
I did not know what to make of it and let him go by. But after he had turned the corner and Minnie Arkell had shut her door and she watched him till he disappeared around the corner I ran after him. In my hurrying after him I heard the voice of Clancy coming down the street. He was singing. I had heard from Nell of Clancy being at the ball, where he was as usual in charge of the commissary.
The immediate future had been in Fritz's hands, and he had made it safe enough. He had made it safe. Even the Duchess of Arkell was quite charming, and laid the whole burden of blame where it always ought to be laid, of course upon the man's shoulders. Rupert Carey was quite done for socially. Everyone said so.
The young von Borselen took from the back of the settle, over which it was flung, his gabardine the long, loose gray cloak that was a sort of overcoat in those days of queer costume. "It is here, my Otto," he said. The Lord of Arkell drew the loose gray cloak over his rich silk suit, and turned toward the door. "Otto von Arkell lets no one call him fool or coward, lord prince," he said.
'You're handsome, and you're rich, Minnie Arkell; got a lot of life left in you yet, and go off travelling with people who get their names regularly in the Boston papers; but just the same, Minnie Arkell, there are women in jail not half so bad as you women doing time who've done less mischief in the world than you have." "Wasn't that pretty rough, Tommie?" "Rough? Lord, yes but true, Joe, true.
Come along, anyway, and have a smoke." And so we went along to the Anchorage, and while we were there, I smoking one of those barroom cigars and Clancy nursing the after-taste of his drink and declaring that a touch of good liquor was equal to a warm stove for drying wet clothes, I told him what I would have told him in Crow's Nest if there had not been so many around about Minnie Arkell calling Maurice back into her grandmother's house, and then Sam Hollis coming along and going in after him.
She shook against the pillows. She laughed and laughed weakly; helplessly, till the tears ran down her cheeks. And with those tears ran away her anger, the hot, strained sensation that had been within her even since the scene at Arkell House. If she had womanly pride it melted ignominiously.
Minnie Arkell had caught his eye once more. "I don't know that she's so awfully lucky with me on her hands," laughed O'Donnell, "but I do think a lot of her, child." "Child? to me? But you don't remember me, Captain?" "Indeed, and I do, and well remember you. And it's the beautiful woman you've grown to be. But you always were a lovely child.
"Really. Perhaps she has been a chorus-girl." "I'll bet she has, whether she says so or not." He gave a deep chuckle. Lady Holme's gown rustled as she leaned back in her corner. "And she's goin' to Arkell House. Americans are the very devil for gettin' on. Laycock was tellin' me to-night that " "I don't wish to hear Mr. Laycock's stories, Fritz. They don't amuse me."
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