When London Sleeps — page 37: what you’re looking at

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32 A BIT OF A COQUETTE. David Engleheart was the one man she could not make Sammy jealous of. The handsome young ath- lete had been the ouly man in the whole show to speak an encouraging word and lend a helping hand to the awkward young amateur; and Sammy Blythe, full of faults though he may have been, possessed that rarest of all virtues—gratitude. ‘Ah, I shall never be like that, Carrie,’’? he answered repretfully, but with no tinge of envy. ‘*He’s one in a thousand, is good old Dave. As brave as a lion, as gentle as a lamb, and one of the whitest mien it’s ever been my luck to know. I’d-go through fire and water for him!”? Carrie was touched. She liked’ this loyalty in Sammy, but stili she could not resist the temptation to make a further attempt at teasing him. ‘‘Yes, Sammy,’’ she assented. ‘‘And doesn’t the name they call him seem just to suit him? The Star of the Air! As he flies through space, he looks just like one of those marble demigods you see at the Crystal Palace.”’ Sammy was silent for a moment, and then he said sadly and disconsolately : ‘‘Sometimes I think I’m a fool for making up to you. As though I should have an earthly chance beside him.’? Carrie shook her brown curls as if to say that he certainly would not. But then she took pity upon him, and remarked in a tone in which there was a certain note of encouragement. ‘You see, unfortunately, some of us poor women comicbooks.co