When London Sleeps — page 122: what you’re looking at

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HE BAITING OF THE TRAP. —117— _ his misfortunes. How he had come to blows with | the cabman in an altercation over the fare, and had — emerged decidedly the worse from the encounter. — “But, oh, missus,’? “he ibihaeaate 2 ‘“have you found ’ em?” | pees ‘Ot. course 1 have,” replica Mrs. Jones, cheer- fully. ‘‘Queenie and Carrie are here.”’ Saminy’s face, dilapidated as it was, assumed an expression of delight, and, with arms outstretched, he began feeling about as one does when playing blind man’s buff. | | | But, unfortunately, he caught the wrong person. It was Mrs. Jones’ ample figure he enveloped in his * -embrace. “Oh, Carrie, Carrie!’’? he exclaimed, rapturously. | And then he added in amazement and witha dis- — tinct note of dissatisfaction, ‘‘but ain’t you put on flesh since I last held you in these arms!”? | | | Mrs. Jones pushed him indignantly away. ae ‘‘Tion’t be a fool!’ she ejaculated, snappishly. This uncomplimentary appellation filled Sammy a ith dismay at his mistake, but still he managed: to- 4 plead piteously : . 3 ‘Won't you come to me, Carrie. Pity the tiene blind!” be: Queenie had been laughing. But now, her heart, “4 which was always open to sympathy, reproached her — ui 3 for being amused at another’s woes, however comical - pier inight be. | ‘ ' | Comte, Carrie,’” she pleaded, ‘‘go and comfort : a that 2 ae reseu disgustedly,. ° fue Feu, nA ALi a tr s¢ Ri : e ey aed > AT thy ees “ iis vty ‘ € "4 wee " tes s . Sat