She stopped him.
"Not now. There is no time for that. We will take you on faith and we
will help you. My boy, I knew in the beginning that you were of gentle
birth--I saw it in your face, in the way you held yourself. But that
you should be one of the Jenisons of Virginia--why, Grinaldi, the
Jenisons are the bluest--But, there, we'll talk of that another time,
too. Sam!" She called to a ring attendant who stood near the entrance.
The burly, rough-looking young man came up at once, respectful to a
degree.
"Go out in front and tell Mr. Braddock to hurry back here as soon as
he is through with the tickets!" The man slid out between the flapping
walls. "Now, Grinaldi, you must make it your business to tell every
one who this boy is, and what must be done for him. Don't be alarmed,
David Jenison," she said with a smile. He had opened his lips to
protest. "There isn't a soul in all this company, from feed-boy to
proprietor, who will betray you to the officers of the law. We stand
together--the innocent and the guilty. If you are vouched for by Joey
Grinaldi and--me, or by any other in our little universe, that is the
end of it.
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