He looked just as Julian had the night she had first met him outside the Joliet Laundromat. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. " "Then the sooner I'm off the better," cried Wood; "what's to pay, David?" "Don't affront me, Owen, by asking such a question," returned the landlord; "hadn't you better stop and finish the bottle?" "Not a drop more," replied Wood. He kissed her cheek. Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. Perhaps her granddaughter might marry his grandson.
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