""Why, it's a ticket for Rio on Thursday rocket!" "Yes I'm finally going to make it." "But how wonderful!" You do deserve it! But won't she object? Cause trouble? Braling smiled nervously. "She won't know I'm gone. I'll be back in a month and no one will know wiser,except you."
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They both stared up through the dark air. In the window above them, on the second floor, a shade was raised. A man about thirty five years old, with a touch of gray on eater temple, sad grey eyes, and a small thin mustache locked down at us. "Why, that's you!" cries Smith
"Just take eight thousand dollars is all," he said. " No more than that." He stooped "Wait a minute." He rechecked the bankbook frantically. Hold on here!" he cried. Ten thousand dollars is missing!"
For, without distressing to do so, he bent forward and yet forward again until his fevered ear was resting firmly and irrecoverably upon her round pink bosom.
Braling two said " I'm going to put you in a the box, lock it, and lose the key. Then I'll buy another Rio ticket for your wife." "Now, now, wait a minute. Hold on. Don't be rash. Let's talk this over!" "Good-by,Braling."
She put a hand to her cheek. Someone had just kissed it. She shivered and looked up. "Why - you haven't done that in years," she murmured. "We'll see what we can do about," someone said.