"See my glass!"
"Then you're crazy!"
"Sit down, old Baldy. Why's he crazy? That little room-mate of mine is
as straight a little girl as--"
"Why, I tell you he's crazy! That man's the head of a big business. He
can't kick up any nonsense like this. Come on, Herm, cut the comedy.
It's time we were getting across to our hotel. Look at the crowd
thinning, and what's left is getting rough. Come!"
"If you don't know how to behave yourself, Sam, in the presence of these
ladies, maybe you better go back to the hotel alone. I'm going to see
these young ladies to their door, and before we go me and this little
girl are going to understand each other."
Mr. Kahn sat down again in some stupefaction.
"Well, of all the nerve! Who are you? Whatta you think I am? Syl, what's
his game?"
Miss De Long thrust forward her tired and thinning face; her eyes had a
mica gleam.
"Cleone, he wants to marry you. A decent man with a decent face from a
decent town has taken a shine to you and wants to marry you. M-a-r-r-y!
Do you get it, girl?"
"How do you know he's decent? I don't know no more about him than he
knows about me. I--"
"'Ain't you got no hunch on life, girl? Look at him! That's how I know
he's decent.
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