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To Cincinnati they went next day by the L. and N. and took two tiny rooms in the dingy old Walnut Street House, at a special rate five dollars a week for the two, as a concession to the profession. "We'll eat in cheap restaurants and spread our capital out," said Burlingham. "I want you to get placed right, not just placed."
She understood now why Burlingham had kept her in the background, why his quest had been vain, why it had fretted him into mortal illness. "I couldn't do that," she said. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't." He looked at her in a puzzled way. "You belong to Bob, don't you?" "No." "You mean you're straight a good girl?" "Yes."
She recalled and lived again the things she had forgotten while Roderick was wholly hers the penalties of the birth brand of shame her wedding night the miseries of the last period of her wanderings with Burlingham her tenement days the dirt, the nakedness, the brutal degradation, the vermin, the savage cold.
"I couldn't," said Susan. "I'd not be able to open my lips." "Very well. That's settled." It was evident that Burlingham was deeply disappointed. "We were going to try to make a killing at Sutherland." He sighed. "However, let that pass. If you can't, you can't." "I'm afraid you're angry with me," cried she. "I angry!" He laughed. "I've not been angry in ten years.
But I'll come here for meals, if you're willing, ma'am." "I I'd have to make that extry, I'm afraid," pleaded Mrs. Redding. "Rather!" exclaimed Burlingham. "I eat like a pair of Percherons." "How much did you calculate to pay?" inquired the widow. Her one effort at price fixing, though entirely successful, had exhausted her courage.
There is a way of resorting to these little economies a snobbish, self-despairing way that makes them sordid and makes the person indulging in them sink lower and lower. But Burlingham could not have taken that way.
"I don't know anything about it," replied she. "Anyhow, what does it matter? The man I met on that show boat the Mr. Burlingham I've often talked about he used to say that the dog that stopped to lick his scratches never caught up with the prey." He flung himself angrily in the bed. "You never did have any heart any sympathy. But who has?
How absurd it seems now! I'll never do that again. At least, I've learned how to profit by a lesson. Mr. Burlingham taught me that." "Who's he?" "That's a long story. I don't feel like telling about it now." But the mere suggestion had opened certain doors in her memory and crowds of sad and bitter thoughts came trooping in.
But Susan did not observe this. After supper they went straightway to bed. Burlingham drew the curtains round the berth let down for Susan. The others indulged in no such prudery on so hot a night. They put out the lamps and got ready for bed and into it by the dim light trickling in through the big rear doorway and the two small side doorways forward.
The first thing was to get dressed as well as might be from such of the trunks as had been knocked out of the cabin by the barge and had been picked up. They were all dazed. Even Burlingham could not realize just what had occurred. They called to one another more or less humorous remarks while they were dressing behind piles of boxes, crates, barrels and sacks in the wharf-boat.
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