"Capital chap. He's a newspaper man, but I can't say that it's
anything very damaging against 'im. He seems a very sober chap and
thrifty. You wouldn't believe it, but it's quite true."
"I'm sure I wish her all the happiness in the world."
"She can't quite make up 'er mind to leave the stage," mused Joey.
"And he won't 'ave 'er unless she does, for good and all. So there you
are."
"If she loves him, she'll give it up."
"She loves 'im all right," said Joey. "I know it, because she never
talks about 'im. I don't see wot's keeping her. She could ha' gone to
market and back five times--Hello!" He was peering through the little
front window. A huge smile beamed in his face. With a chuckle, he
called his visitor to the window. "Sh! Don't let 'er see the curtain
move! She'd take our 'eads off. See that chap? _That_'s why she's
been so long to market."
Ruby was walking slowly down the opposite sidewalk, attended by a
tall, strong-featured young fellow whose very attitude toward her
bespoke infatuation. They crossed the street and stood for a long time
at the bottom of the steps, laughing and talking, utterly unconscious
of surveillance.
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