. The game. 94 THE GAME canvas shoes on his feet. She began totremble against him, and his arm passedgently around her, Itll be all right, Genevieve, he saidencouragingly. Ive got it all tumble. Its you, Joe, she said. I dont carefor myself. Its you. Dont care for yourself! But thatswhat I thought you was afraid of! He looked at her in amazement, thewonder of woman bursting upon him ina more transcendent glory than ever, andhe had seen much of the wonder of womanin Genevieve. He was speechless for amoment, and then stammered: — You mean me? And you dont carewhat people think ? or
. The game. 94 THE GAME canvas shoes on his feet. She began totremble against him, and his arm passedgently around her, Itll be all right, Genevieve, he saidencouragingly. Ive got it all tumble. Its you, Joe, she said. I dont carefor myself. Its you. Dont care for yourself! But thatswhat I thought you was afraid of! He looked at her in amazement, thewonder of woman bursting upon him ina more transcendent glory than ever, andhe had seen much of the wonder of womanin Genevieve. He was speechless for amoment, and then stammered: — You mean me? And you dont carewhat people think ? or anything ? — oranything ? A sharp double knock at the door, and. He left her seated on a dusty, broken-bottomed chair. THE GAME 97 a sharper Get a move on yerself, youJoe! brought him back to immediatethings. ^uick, one last kiss, Genevieve, hewhispered, almost holily. Its my lastfight, an Ill fight as never before with youlookin at me. The next she knew, the pressure of hislips yet warm on hers, she was in a groupof jostling young fellows, none of whomseemed to take the slightest notice of had their coats off and their shirtsleeves rolled up. They entered the hallfrom the rear, still keeping the casualformation of the group, and moved slowlyup a side aisle. It was a crowded, ill-lighted hall, barn-like in its proportions, and the smoke-laden air gave a peculiar distortion toeverything. She felt as though she would 98 THE GAME stifle. There were shrill cries of boys sell-ing programmes and soda water, and therewas a great bass rum-ble of masculine heard a voice offer-ing ten to six on JoeFleming. The utter-ance was monotonous
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