Nooport and Fifth Av'ner's a good ways from Hell's
Kitchen and Tenth Av'ner, an' they can't never come together. I guess
there's sure some difference between this swell guy with all his
millions an' a Tenth Av'ner girl as is a--thief's sister--"
Slowly Hermione lifted her head and looked up at him, and M'Ginnis saw
that in her face which struck him mute; the neckerchief fell from his
nerveless fingers and lay there all unheeded.
"Hermione," he muttered, "I--girl, are ye--sick?"
"Go!" she whispered, "go!"
And turning about, M'Ginnis stumbled out of the place and left her
alone. For a long time she sat there, motionless and crouched above the
table, staring blindly before her, and in her eyes an agony beyond
tears, heedless of the flight of time, conscious only of a pain sharper
than flesh can know. Suddenly a key was thrust in the lock of the outer
door, footsteps sounded along the passage accompanied by a merry
whistling, and Spike appeared.
"Hello, Hermy, ain't tea ready yet?" he enquired, tossing aside his
straw hat and opening a newspaper he carried, "say, the Giants are sure
playin' great ball this season--what, are ye asleep?"
"No, dear!"
"Why, Hermy," he exclaimed, dropping the paper and clasping an arm about
her, "Oh, Hermy--what is it?"
"Oh, boy--dear, dear boy--you didn't, did you?" she cried feverishly.
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