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There'd be only one thing that she'd be thinking about that would make her glad to do it to know that he loved her, Boye." Eye holding eye, she drew him closer till her black-fringed lids lowered and her face, held up to his, offered itself a symbol of a fuller gift. Gathering her in his arms, he rose and drew her to her feet.
Down the high, cobbled hills rivulets felt their way and grass sprouted between the granite blocks. A gray wall shut in the city, which showed dimly under the downpour, gardens blossoming, roof shining beyond roof, wet wall dripping on wet wall. From his parlor window in the Argonaut Hotel, Boye Mayer looked down on the street's swimming length, and then up at the sky's leaden pall.
He was staring at her with an avid waiting as if ready to drag the answer out of her lips. She fluttered like a bird under the snake's hypnotic eye. "I can't," she whispered; "I'm going out with Lorry." "Then when? "Oh, Boye, I don't know I have so many things to do." He had difficulty in pinning her down to a date, but finally succeeded five days off.
"Boye!" she screamed and made a rush for the door. She had shot the bolt back, her hand was on the knob, when he caught her. His grip was like iron, hopeless to resist, but she writhed, tore at him, felt herself pressed back against the wall, his fingers on her throat. It was a quarter to five on the morning of April 18, 1906.
It was preposterous, but after all girls took strange fancies, and Chrystie was no longer a child. "You don't care for Boye Mayer, do you?" It was the propitious moment, but Chrystie was now as far from telling as if she had taken an oath of silence. What Lorry had already said was enough, and the tone in which she asked the question was the finishing touch.
She consulted with her niece, well married and socially aspiring if not yet installed in the citadel. It was a happy thought; the niece had the very thing, "a delightful gentleman," lately arrived in the city. So it fell out that Boye Mayer, under the chaperonage of Mrs. Kirkham, was brought to call and asked to fill a seat at the formidable dinner. Formidable was hardly a strong enough word.
"A r, A a a it stroiks me that that you manetion his the hode about hangger and ope and orror and revenge you know. I've eard Mrs. Sitdowns hencored in it at Common Garden and Doory Lane in the ight of her poplarity you know. By the boye, hall the hactin in Amareka is werry orrid.
Wherevpon we hauing a gale of winde off the shoare hoysed our foresayle, and cut our cable at the hawse, and went towarde our Admirall, and they continued following and shooting at vs, and sometime at our Admirall, but our Admirall shotte one such piece at them, that it made them to retire, and at length to worpe away like traiterous villaines, and although they thus suddenly shot all their shot at vs, yet they hurt neither man or boye of ours, but what we did to them we know not.
Can Do Nothing. ye Next Boy 12 years old. ye Next boy 10 years old, and ye four Girles all under them Down to two years old, and the woman almost a Criple.... The Name of the others Is Jefray & his wife, he almost an Idot and aboute 46 years old, ... they have four children 3 Boyes & one Girll. ye Eldest Boye 10 yeares old & ye Rest Down to two years old.
He looked at her, and saw her flushed, mutinous, tears standing in her eyes. "But, dearest " She cut him off, her voice suddenly breaking: "I can't do it. I didn't know it was going to be so dreadful. But I can't look at Lorry and tell her any more lies. I wont. It makes me sick. It's asking too much, Boye. There's something hateful about it." Her underlip quivered, drew in like a child's.
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