"Mercy on us! Well, I thought their manners quite out o' the common. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders,
the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. “I should think YOU could do
all sorts of things. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?”
“Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and
his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him. Wood. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes
were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and
hung up until noon. These and her
general preparations had perhaps a certain disproportion. So
here I am, king of all I survey, with a predilection for poker, a scorched liver, and
a piano-player. CHAPTER XXIX.
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