When London Sleeps — page 45: what you’re looking at

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uO A WOMAN WITH A PAST. Corrode used in her manege act. It seemed to Sammy that the animal was more fiery than usual to-night, and thatit glared at him as if threatening to do him some damage with its hoofs once it had him in the ring. He was almost ready to turn tail and fly from it all when Carrie came to the rescue. Taking him by the arm, she led him a little one side to give him the tips she had promised him, assuring him at the same time that she was ‘sure he was a born comedian. ‘‘Mother,’’ said Jonesio, ‘‘just call Miss Corrode, will you? I want to have a parlez-vous with her, as they say in my native Italy.’’ A look of apprehension appeared upon Mrs. Jones’ kind face. She did not particularly care for Miss Corrode, but she would have sparea her any unpleas- | antness she could. ‘‘Now, Bob,’’ she said, laying her plump hand entreatingly upon his arm, ‘‘don’t be harsh, because it don’t become you. Weall know she’s a bit bad- tempered and occasionally sulky, but remember she’s just been il], and seems to have hada deal of tEOR OI young as pak Sy?) 7 ‘“‘Leave it to me, mother,’’ rejoined Jonesio, (tather shortly. ‘‘Just call her.”? Mrs. Jones went over to the dressing tent. “Hilda, are you dressed ?”? ‘“Yes, Mrs. Jones,’ replied a clear, not unmusical voice. ‘‘Do you want me??? ‘*Father does. Come along, there’s a dear.” In another moment Hilda Corrode emerged. co comicbooks