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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Rose in the Ring"

"
A curious note of nervousness sounded in his voice. They were
conscious of the fact that he was peering up and down the drenched,
black street with quick, apprehensive eyes. Far below there was a
lonely street lamp; another stood quite as far away in the opposite
direction.
"The rain's lettin' up a bit, Jacky," he said in hurried tones.
"You've got an umbrell'. Say, if I was you and Miss Christine I'd dig
out for the hotel. It's only a block and a half."
"We'll wait a few minutes--"
Dick pressed his arm instantly and said: "Better go now, kid; better
dig."
Christine's sharper wits grasped his meaning. The secret of his sudden
appearance was revealed to her in a twinkling. She clutched David's
arm once more.
"Yes, come, Dav--Jack. I don't mind the rain. Mother will be so
anxious."
And then David understood.
"Why, Dick, you haven't been in--"
"Sh! You'll wake the guy that sleeps up there and he'll throw a bucket
of water out on us for disturbin' him," said the other with quiet
sarcasm. "Besides, this is no place for a young lady."
"You're right," cried David in no little trepidation.


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