When London Sleeps — page 165: what you’re looking at

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Se ae i | MORNING oF ” SUNSHINE, a ane’ OF aso ? Di ha! ; Oy ie ie Ce sae iy Saks ee > v te ae a et ’ a] Pr ave? : Weel oe hy di %y i ‘i as ee except Queenie, she was ancthy patighed and took him back into her good graces. ‘And now, Carrie,’’ said Sammy, after peace had been made, ‘‘I’m going to tell you a secret.””’ ‘A secret !’’? womanlike all attention. ‘Oh, how delightful!’ | ‘Yes, it’s about a pocketbook.”’ “What pocketbook ?”? ‘CA pocketbook the captain dropped in our strug- ole the other night.’ “Oh, Sammy! Let me look! Do let me look!” “Of course,’’?’ said Sammy, tantalizingly. ~“*Woman’s curiosity as usual. Remember the fate of Bluebeard’s wife and beware!”’ But the fate of Bluebeard’s wife, or any other female, had no terrors for Carrie. ‘There was a secret, and she was determined to know it. “Sammy!’’? she almost shrieked. ‘‘If you don’t make haste I shall go off with a bang.”? But for once in his life Sammy had the advantage. He knew it and was resolved to make the most of it. ‘‘One moinent!’’ he said, coolly. ‘‘You really love me. >? ‘“VYes, yes,’’? she assented, but with very little affection in her tone. ‘‘And you promise faithfully to marry me?”? “Ves, yes, anything! But do let me look at the _ pocketbook.”’ ‘Well,’ with the most provoking slowness, ‘‘] haven’t got it with me.”? Carrie turned scarlet with disappointment. and