. The woman gives : a story of regeneration. ^ surprised and a little apprehensive as hethought he perceived the drift of these remarks. Butterfly nothing! Not when the right man comesup the street! Nix! Home and kiddies for me. Imnot ashamed to say it. Thats the real life. Ive seenall I want of sassiety. Well, Myrtle, youve got lots of chances, he said,little reckoning how the future would play the cards. Ill bet some day Ill see you rolling down the avenuein a fine limousine just like Mrs. Van Astorbilt. Dont tease me, she said, so quietly that an embar-rassing silence fell between them. She
. The woman gives : a story of regeneration. ^ surprised and a little apprehensive as hethought he perceived the drift of these remarks. Butterfly nothing! Not when the right man comesup the street! Nix! Home and kiddies for me. Imnot ashamed to say it. Thats the real life. Ive seenall I want of sassiety. Well, Myrtle, youve got lots of chances, he said,little reckoning how the future would play the cards. Ill bet some day Ill see you rolling down the avenuein a fine limousine just like Mrs. Van Astorbilt. Dont tease me, she said, so quietly that an embar-rassing silence fell between them. She got up nervously. I must be getting back to the job, she said, glancingat her watch. Youre dining with me to-night, he said, rising. Am I ? she said, putting her head back defiantly. Ive got an engagement — had it for a week. Youll break it. Myrtle darlin? Oh, will I ? she said impertinently. You seemvery sure of yourself. I am, he said, smiling and looking mto her eyes sointently that she turned her glance away. f. Friendship! she said scornfully, widi a quick breath,a lot of friendship there \vas in that! Page 109. THE WOMAN GIVES 109 Just you and me? she said, in a quieter tone. No; its the bunch. Oh, you neednt make a dining at the Waldorf. Sure, Im not jollyingyou this time. So get out your swell duds, he said, com-ing nearer and playing with the lace collar which layclose to her throat, for I want the girl thats on my armto put it all over the rest of them — savvy? Do you think I can? she said, with a quick breath,for he was close to her, and her eyes flashed w^ith a sud-den leap as they met his. Sure, Myrtle, if you look at me again like that, youdo it at your own peril, he said, wald Irish mischiefdancing in his glance. Dont you dare! she said, throwing up her head; andthere was something in her look that made him laugh,and after a little scuffle, kiss her. Mind, though, that was just in friendship, he said,in pretended seriousness. She stood away against
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