When London Sleeps — page 27: what you’re looking at

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e450 THE BOUNDING BROTHERS. might be, was no coward, and he promptly struck away the Italian’s hand, at the same time rising to his feet. “Don’t stick your finger in my eye!’’ he com- manded, wrathfully. ‘‘What d’ye mean? Got you the hees? Look what you’ve got me, my nose run all over my face, and my manly beauty spoilt for- ever,’” Beside himself with rage, Mordicano hissed: ‘fT vill have vat you call ze satisfaction! You shall fight me.’? ‘‘Oh, go and eat coke!’’ retorted Sammy, disdain- fully. ‘*No, sare, I vill not eat coke! You get me ze hees! You make ze people laugh at me! me Stefano Mordicano, and I vill have your blood!”’ And, half crazy with passion, the Italian com- menced to dance about in the most absurd and yet threatening manner possible. “Oh, vill you have blood ?’’ repeated Sammy, imi- tating him impudently.° ‘‘How will you get it? Well, you’ve had enough of mine to-night already. I’ve only got a few drops left, and them I’m going to keep to myself.”’ ‘“No! no!’? shrieked Mordicano so loudly thatit is a wonder his voice was not heard in the ring above the blare of the brass band which had begun to play again. ‘‘I vill kill you! You got me the hees, you ~ shall die!’ ‘Sammy made a gesture of contempt, more expres- sive than refined. ‘Oh, go away, little boy, go and play !’? _comicbooks.co