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"An' what did she say?"
"Nothing."
"Nothin'?"
"Not with her lips, but--"
"Oh--her eyes, was it? Mr. Geoffrey, I'll tell you what--a girl may
look 'yes' with her eyes a whole week an' say 'no' with her mouth jest
once and mean 'no'--when it's to a peanut man--Lordy Lord! what's that?"
And Mrs. Trapes jumped as a hand rapped softly on the door, and stared
horrified to see a human head protrude itself into the room while a
voice said:
"Da Signorina she out, so me come tell-a you piece-a-da-noos--"
"Why, if it ain't that blessed guinney! Go away--what d'ye want?"
Hereupon Tony flashed his white teeth, and opening the door, bowed with
his inimitable grace, grew solemn, tapped his nose, winked knowingly,
and laid finger to lip.
"My land!" said Mrs. Trapes, staring. "What's the matter with the
Eyetalian iji't now?"
"Spike--he go make-a-da-fight!" whispered Tony hoarsely.
"Eh--Arthur fightin'--where?"
"He go make-a-da-box--he drink-a-da-booze, den he walk-a--so! Den da
Signorina she-a-cry--"
"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs.


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