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Alighting from Pyne's car at the door, they went up to the flat of the organizer of the opium party Mr. Cyrus Kilfane. One other guest was already present a slender, fair woman, who was introduced by the American as Mollie Gretna, but whose weakly pretty face Rita recognized as that of a notorious society divorcee, foremost in the van of every new craze, a past-mistress of the smartest vices.
Kilfane had sallow, expressionless features and drooping, light-colored eyes. His straw-hued hair, brushed back from a sloping brow, hung lankly down upon his coat-collar.
Or do you, as Mollie does, seek new joys youth's eternal quest?" Rita laughed with a careless abandon which belonged to that part of her character veiled from the outer world. "I think I agree with Miss Gretna," she said lightly. "There is not so much happiness in life that I want to forget the little I have had." "Happiness," murmured Kilfane. "There is no real happiness. Happiness is smoke.
We will talk about my eccentricity later. Here is Cyrus." Kilfane was standing in the entrance to the stage door of the theatre at which he was playing. As the car drew up he lifted two leather grips on to the step, and Mareno, descending, took charge of them. "Come along, Mollie," said Kilfane, looking back. Miss Gretna, very excited, ran out and got into the car beside Rita.
Holding the garments aside, he banged upon the back of the cupboard three blows, a pause, and then two blows. Following a brief interval, during which even Mollie Gretna was held silent by the strangeness of the proceedings. "Who is it?" inquired a muffled voice. "Cy and the crowd," answered Kilfane.
Until they come I cannot give them to you." "But it appears to me," murmured Kilfane, "that the supply is always growing less." "Of course. The best goes all to Edinburgh now. I have only three sticks of Yezd left of all my stock." "But the cigarettes." "Are from Buenos Ayres? Yes. But Buenos Ayres must get the opium before we get the cigarettes, eh? Five cases come to London on Tuesday, Cy.
Sin Sin Wa never moved, and the raven, settling down upon the Chinaman's shoulder, closed his serviceable eye. Up an uncarpeted stair Cyrus Kilfane led the party, and into a kind of lumber-room lighted by a tin oil lamp and filled to overflowing with heterogeneous and unsavory rubbish.
"I knew I was going to scream!" The eye of Sin Sin Wa turned momentarily in her direction, but otherwise he did not stir a muscle. "Are you ready for us, Sin?" asked Sir Lucien. "All ready. Lola hate gotchee topside loom ready," replied the Chinaman in a soft, crooning voice. "Go ahead, Kilfane," directed Sir Lucien.
Pyne lowered two of the collapsible seats for Kilfane and himself, and the party set out for Limehouse. "Oh!" cried the fair-haired Mollie, grasping Rita's hand, "my heart began palpitating with excitement the moment I woke up this morning! How calm you are, dear." "I am only calm outside," laughed Rita.
"Some people never experience them at all," interrupted Miss Gretna. "The great idea is to get into a comfortable position, and just resign yourself let yourself go. Oh, it's heavenly!" Cyrus Kilfane turned his dull eyes in Rita's direction. "A question of temperament and adaptability," he murmured.
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