The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. It was a mad half-hour. "Fool!" he cried, "do you think I wouldn't have secured you before this if I hadn't some motive for my forbearance?" "And that motive is fear," replied Jack contemptuously. She was in excellent spirits, and it was not until she had taken off her hat, and was considering the question of dinner or no dinner, that she remembered that another day had passed, and she was not a whit nearer being able to pay her tomorrow’s bill. Keep up the clamour for five minutes, and I'll finish it. I want you to turn me. '" "No, we can't stand that," hiccupped Smith, scarcely able to keep his legs.
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