"An' now, Mr. Butt-in, if you're still awake--listen here. I guess it's
about time you stopped foolin' around Hermy Chesterton--an' you're goin'
t' quit--see!" Ravenslee's eyes flashed suddenly, then drooped as
M'Ginnis continued: "So you're goin' t' sit down right here, an' you're
goin' t' write a nice little note of farewell, an' you're goin' t' tell
her as you love her an' leave her because I say so--see? Ah!" he cried,
suddenly hoarse and anger-choked, "d' ye think I'll let Hermy look at a
thing like you--do ye?--do ye?" and he waited. Ravenslee sat utterly
still, and when at last he spoke his voice sounded even more gentle than
before.
"My good Flowers, there is just one thing you shall not do, and that is,
speak her name in my hearing. You're not fit to, and, Mr. Flowers, I'll
not permit it."
"Is that so?" snarled M'Ginnis, "well, then, listen some more. I know as
you're always hangin' around her flat, and if Hermy don't care about
losing her good name--"
Even as Ravenslee's long arm shot out, M'Ginnis side-stepped the blow,
and Ravenslee found himself staring into the muzzle of a revolver.
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