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Where is the man who took my three hundred francs!" "I wish," said Simp, in a suicidal way, "that I were lying by Lees in the fosse commune. But I will not slave; the world owes every man a living!" "Ay!" echoed the rest, as desperately, but less resolutely. "This noise," said one of the waiters politely, "cannot be continued. It is at any rate time for the salon to be closed.
"Somehow, he's so keen, he makes me wish I had more in my head and and less in my heels! You know what I mean, Skipper. He does make me look like a simp, doesn't he?" "No," said Honor, definitely. "Why, Jimsy, you're a million times bigger person than Carter. Everybody knows that.
But nothing could long repress the exuberant Simpkins, and as he started down the stairway to the street he was exclaiming to himself: "Did you butt in, Simp., old boy, or were you pushed?" At nine o'clock the next morning Simpkins presented himself at the Society's office, and a few minutes later he found himself in the fascinating presence of Mrs. Athelstone.
"You simply haven't got her Bertillon measurements, Simp.," he was forced to admit, after an hour of fruitless thinking. "You'll have to trust in your rabbit's foot." But if Mrs. Athelstone was a new species to him, the office boy was not. He knew that youth down to the last button on his jacket.
"If a fellow has to condone murder to meet your standards of what's a perfect little gentleman, you can count me out. Now, just you make up your mind that repartee won't take us anywhere, and let's get down to cases. There may be, I believe there are, extenuating circumstances. Tell him the whole truth and you'll find Simp. your friend, cad or no cad." As he talked, Mrs.
But a fellow's got to look out for number one. I'd let him have it soon as I seen him. Right off the reel." "Would you?" "Surest thing you know. He's a bad actor, that fellow is." "If I went to the marshal " Dud's eye held derision. "What good'd that do? Simp ain't gonna draw cards till after some one's been gunned. He don't claim to be no mind-reader, Simp don't."
My eminent friend smiled his old crafty smile, as he waved his hands, and replied: "Why, you poor simp, it's all as plain as that little round window-pane called a monocle that you've got stuck in your eye there.
My work, and their work, goes right along as it has started or it stops. If you want those stories worked up in a lot of darned, sickly, slush melodrama, you can set some simp at it that don't know any better." Luck stopped and shut his teeth together against some personal remarks that he would later feel ashamed of having uttered.
Simp, of which some young ladies of the Paris demi-monde partook; the "Bonnie Blue Flag" was sung with great spirit, and Freckle became so intoxicated at two in the morning that one of the young ladies was prevailed upon to see him to his hotel. There was great joy in the Latin Quarter when it was known that the Southern Colony had won at Wisbaden, and meant to pay its debts.
Vessie waved at him reassuringly. "'Sall right, Mr. Calvin," he shouted. "Here's your lumber from Ze-lotes Snow and Co., South Harniss, Mass., U. S. A. 'Sall right. Let 'er go, Simp! Let 'er blankety-blank go!" Mr. Mullen responded with alacrity and a whoop. A half dozen boards crashed to the ground beneath the parlor windows. Mrs. Calvin rushed to her husband's side.
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