Think of Hermy!"
"That's just what I am doing."
"Well, s'posin' they hurt you! What'll Hermy do?"
"You think she'd mind, then, though I'm--only a peanut man?"
"Even a peanut man's a feller creatur, ain't he--an' Hermy's 'eart is
very tender an'--oh, shucks, Mr. Geoffrey, I guess you know she'd jest
be crazy if you was hurt bad!"
"Why, then," said Ravenslee, smiling and taking up the battered hat,
"I'll take great care of myself--trust me!"
"Then good-by, Mr. Geoffrey, good-by and--the good Lord go with you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Trapes," said Ravenslee and followed Tony out upon the
stair. Upon one of the many landings the young Italian paused.
"Me put-a-you wise, Geoff; you savvy where-a to find Spike, now me go
back t' my lil Pietro, yes. S' long, pal, 'n' good-a luck!"
Ravenslee hastened on down-stairs, returning neighbourly nods and
greetings as he went, but staying for none, and so, crossing the court,
turned into the avenue. On the corner he beheld the Spider, hard at work
on his eternal chewing gum, cap drawn low and hands in pockets.
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