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THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
"I mean working," he said and shut the door. She heard the key turn. She raised her two hands to beat upon the door. It occurred to her that if she did this she would probably split her gloves. She lowered her two hands.
"All right," she yelled, "stay and work and be damned. But I tell you what, Bisham!"
"What?" he called.
"I shall flirt like billy-oh with Captain Yarborough."
The door opened and Dunkle's nose appeared again. "You wouldn't do that, Chloë," he said hoarsely.
"I would," she assured him, "and what's more I will. Now are you coming?"
"Old geyser," he said brokenly, "I can't. Honest-to-blazes I can't. I've got to work. It's only for you I'm doing it, Chloë. You know how broke we are. If
