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With these reflections Peter went back to the American House, where McGivney had promised to meet him that evening. Peter went to Room 427, and being tired after the previous night's excitement, he lay down and fell fast asleep. And when again he opened his eyes, he wasn't sure whether it was a nightmare, or whether he had died in his sleep and gone to hell with Mr. Godd.
I gi'e you my word 'e don godd dad sens' to know wad dad mean." "Ah! don godd sens'!" cried Clotilde, lifting her head up suddenly with a face of agony. "'E reg 'e reggo-ni-i-ize me!" Aurora caught her daughter's cheeks between her hands and laughed all over them. "Mais, don you see 'ow dad was luggy? Now, you know?
Mrs. Godd was perfectly willing to advise young men to refuse military service. She had advised many such, she said, including her own sons, who unfortunately agreed with their father in being blood-thirsty. It came to be lunch-time, and Mrs. Godd asked if Peter could sit at table and Peter's curiosity got the better of all caution.
Yes, Peter Gudge, the friend of law and order, Peter Gudge, the little brother to the rich, shouted, "I'm a Red, and what's more, we'll blow you up some day for this Mac and me'll put a bomb under you!" Mr. Godd turned and stalked with contemptuous dignity back to his own private domestic controversy. Peter walked off down the road, rubbing his sore trousers and sobbing to himself.
She shook her head, a tear fell, she bit her lip, smiled, and suddenly dropped her face into both hands, sat down upon the bench and wept until she shook. "You dunno wad I mean, Madame Carraze?" She did not know. "I mean dad guardian of you' daughteh godd to fine 'er now one 'uzban'; an' noboddie are hable to do dad egceb de good God 'imsev. But, Madame, I tell you wad I do." She rose up.
She lifted her eyes, and as they met the look of deep and placid kindness that was in his face, some courage returned, and she said: "Miché." "Wad you wand?" asked he, gently. "If it arrive to me to die " "Yez?" Her words were scarcely audible: "I wand you teg kyah my lill' girl." "You 'ave one lill' gal, Madame Carraze?" She nodded with her face down. "An' you godd some mo' chillen?" "No."
Warren Sammye must be one of the "Parlor Reds," like Mrs. Godd. So Peter took the letter to McGivney, and said suspiciously, "What kind of a Red plot is this?" McGivney read the letter, and said, "Red plot? How do you mean?" "Why," explained Peter, "it says `Daughters of the American Revolution."
It would seem so; and so I say that we must overturn the system that is brutalizing, rather than helping and uplifting mankind. Yours for Peace..Justice..Truth..Law Mary Angelica Godd. What were you going to do with such a woman? Peter could understand the bewilderment of His Honor, and of the district attorney's office, and of the secret service department of the Traction Trust as well as of Mrs.
He never again saw the Chinese butler of Mr. Ackerman, nor the French parlor-maid of Mrs. Godd. He would no more be smiled at by the two hundred and twenty-four boy angels of the ceiling of the Hotel de Soto lobby. Peter would eat his meals now seated on a stool in front of a lunch counter, he would really be the humble proletarian, the "Jimmie Higgins" of his role.
The seat of Peter's trousers hurt so that he could hardly endure the trolley ride home, and all the way Peter was plotting how he could punish Mr. Godd. He remembered suddenly that Mr. Godd was an associate of Nelse Ackerman; and Peter now had a spy in Nelse Ackerman's home, and was preparing some kind of a "frame-up!"
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