The game . ats all. Then hell be all I go after him, just watch. Youllknow when I go after him, an Ill getm,too. They came to the hall, on a dark street-corner, ostensibly the quarters of an athleticclub, but in reality an institution designedfor pulling off fights and keeping within thepolice ordinance. Joe drew away from her,and they walked apart to the entrance. Keep your hands in your pocketswhatever you do, Joe warned her, anditll be all right. Only a couple of minutesof it. THE GAME 93 Hes with me,Joe said to the door-keeper, who was talk-ing with a poHceman. Both men greetedhim
The game . ats all. Then hell be all I go after him, just watch. Youllknow when I go after him, an Ill getm,too. They came to the hall, on a dark street-corner, ostensibly the quarters of an athleticclub, but in reality an institution designedfor pulling off fights and keeping within thepolice ordinance. Joe drew away from her,and they walked apart to the entrance. Keep your hands in your pocketswhatever you do, Joe warned her, anditll be all right. Only a couple of minutesof it. THE GAME 93 Hes with me,Joe said to the door-keeper, who was talk-ing with a poHceman. Both men greetedhim famiharly, takingno notice of his com-panion. They never tum-bled; nobodyll tum-ble, Joe assured her,as they climbed thestairs to the secondstory. And even if they did, they wouldntknow who it was and theyd keep it mumfor me. Here, come in here ! He whisked her into a little office-likeroom and left her seated on a dusty, broken-bottomed chair. A few minutes later hewas back again, clad in a long bath 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
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