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“I took sick–that time,” she explained, fatuously.
He lifted her hand, bending back each finger to match his words.
“You are a naughty girl. Why did you run away?”
She sat swallowing through obvious gulps, but increasingly determined to be arch.
“Please–don’t,” trying to withdraw her hand.
“Come now,” he said through a half smile and watching her redden almost to purple, “you don’t hate me that badly or you wouldn’t be back here.”
“I know I don’t.”
“What?”
“Hate you.”
“Good! Now we’re getting on.”
“I need something, Mr. Visigoth–terribly.”
“We’re not using that song specialty any more,” he said, kindly.
“I’ve given up that sort of thing, too, Mr. Visigoth. I’m a stenographer now.”
“Smartest thing you ever did.”
“I–I’m in a little difficulty right now–a money one. That’s why I thought if you–Could you use me in the office? I know stenography and typewriting. I–It would be a G.o.dsend, Mr. Visigoth. I dislike having to put it so strongly–but my present difficulty is serious–very.”
“What’s troubling you?”
“I must have an office position. I want my evenings free and I cannot be situated so that I might have to go on the road at any time.”
“Married?”
“Why, I–I thought–a.s.sumed that you knew I was married from the beginning. I–We aren’t together, though; haven’t been–“
“Umph!”
“It’s just that I’m temporarily embarra.s.sed.”
“That was a pretty rough way you left me in the lurch. Those actions don’t get a girl very far in this business.”
“It was sickness.”
He leaned forward to pat her hand, his lids somehow seeming to thicken.
“You’re a queer little duck,” he said, “but I like you. Always have.”
“Then you will, Mr. Visigoth?”
“Well, let’s not bother about that now.”
“But–“
“There is quite a change taking place in these offices. My brother is coming from Chicago to take charge of the booking end and I am going out there after he comes on, and I’ll see if he can use you. Let us talk about you now.”
“No. No. I haven’t made you understand. That isn’t all. I’m in immediate need. So immediate! I need as much as–as a hundred and fifty–two hundred–here, now, to-night!”
“Whew!”
“It is so difficult to explain, but if you would. If you could! I will work it out for you, beginning tomorrow morning. To the last penny. Two hundred dollars advance on any salary you may see fit to pay me, if you would! I’m not afraid to start small. Within a week I’ll prove my value to you–that’s how I’ll slave for advancement. Just two hundred dollars advance on my salary–one hundred and fifty if–“
“Well, well, well,” he said, stropping up and down the back of her hand, “that does put a different face on things, doesn’t it? I just don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes. It is only my predicament gives me the courage to ask. But I need money, Mr. Visigoth. Need it. Need it. Now–to-night! I’ll pay it back in service. I–“
“Come now,” he said, his eyes crinkling again. “You don’t mean that, Lilly. I’m a man and you’re a woman. I don’t want your money.”
“I’ll go any length for yours.”
“What length?”
“Any–you say.”
He leaned forward at that and kissed down into her lips so deeply that her neck was strained backward to hurting. She sprang to her feet, wiping her hand across her mouth until her lips dragged, but trying to laugh.
“You hurt.”
“That’s what I want to do–hurt, hurt,” kissing down into and crushing her lips again and again.
“Oh! oh! oh!” she moaned rather than cried, pummeling at his chest.
“Devil,” he said, jerking her back to him until the breath jumped from her.
“I–I hate you!”
“Good!”
“I’m not what you think I am. I hate you. I hate–s.e.x. I–“
“I don’t care what I think you are. I only know that I want to be the one to wake you up to the knowledge that s.e.x is life and life is s.e.x.
Ice maid. I don’t care what you are. I know that I like you. I know that I like your lips. Give me.”
“Quick, then,” she said, trying not to shudder.
She squirmed from him finally, pushing against him with all her strength.