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From: | Elsie Hopper |
Subject: | [Ci-development] upperclassman |
Date: | Thu, 14 Sep 2006 21:47:01 +0100 |
Chan came into the room, and Paradise, unperturbed
by the impromptuguests, served a noble luncheon.
Sometimes whatI assume is exactly what Ive got. A
fourth lady to require your kind attention.
Of course, Ill keep you advised of allI do. But see
here, Kirk cried, arent you interested?
You will pardon me if I put in final
oar.
Or does she know her husband, smoking cigarette on
stairs,has not been so idly occupied?
She hastily went overin her mind all she had ever
read of the Chinese character.
Why should you want me to stumble over you? A
question, admitted Chan, which causes the mind to itch.
I fancy thats all, Li, said the familiar
voice.
Well, were all here to speed the parting guest. I
am not, smiled Charlie, a leaping kind of man.
Cried because her fellow went and left her? You
must give him a temporary appointmentas a sort of guest detective connected with
this office. The Lord meant me for a traveling salesman. I should be pleased to
learn, returned Chan. Captain Flannery was worried,and not in the best of humor.
Well, you shant blast my romantic young nature.
Lets go to my office, first of all, Miss Morrow
said. Thatmeans youre not to butt in and spoil things. Im going to get after that
Garlandwoman right away. From my reading in newspapers, therestill remains vast
amount of work to do in same line. But Eve Durand was a blonde, Miss Morrow reminded
him. Enderby approached state ofhysteria all evening.
He asked me to invite Gloria Garland, the young
manannounced.
It is not beyond possibilitythat the mark of Mr.
Postman on his holiday, theytell me, takes long walk.
Long streamers of bright-colored paper filled
theair. On the dock, Miss Morrow seized Kirks arm.
The toughest case I ever had, and what sort of
helpdo I draw? Reminding me, returned Chan, that only this morning I scour my
brainto name him.
Im very much flattered, Kirk answered gravely. The
visitors ashore call was sounding for the last time.
Hell never get it, replied the girl
pessimistically.
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