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Sure I am. He isn’t looking. He’s with a woman. By jingo! It’s that millinery kid!
What millinery kid? Besides, what difference does it make? Let him have a hundred, if he wants ’em. We’re happy.
The nerve of him! I knew it was her right along. He tried to throw a bluff it was some swell. I’ll bet he paid good for those clothes!
Oh, come on! What’ll you have? Besides, she might have made the clothes herself.
Made ’em herself! Say, a fine lot you know about ladies’ gowns! That came from the Avenue, straight.
Well, what if it did? I’ll get you a better one, you just wait.
Sh! He’s looking over here!
Hm! Look at me and you won’t see him.
The nerve!
What’s he done?
He smiled right over like nothing had ever happened. I’ll bet he’s going to say something mean about me. Oh!
Let’s change our seats. I’m hungry!
Change nothing! Catch me giving him a laugh like that! I could tell her things, the young—There, now she’s looking!
What if she is? Say, look here—
He’s getting up! Well, of all the brass!
What?
He’s coming over here!
He is! Don’t you say a word. I’ll take him on!
If he dares—
Hello, Marian!
Hm!
What, got a grouch on your honeymoon? That’s a bad sign, Marian!
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