thinking of giving me a hand, but you let the cop talk you out of it the first word. You’re a dandy to tie to. Say! if you ever get a girl she ’ll have a picnic. Won’t she work you to the queen’s taste—Oh, my!” she concluded with a taunting, shrill laugh that rasped Lorison like a saw. The policeman urged her forward; the delighted train of gaping followers closed up the rear; and the captive Amazon, accepting her fate, extended the scope of her maledictions so that none in hearing might seem to be slighted.
Then there came upon Lorison an over-whelming revulsion of his ego. It may be that he had been ripe for it, that the abnormal condition of mind in which he had for so long existed was already about to revert to its balance; however, it is certain that the events of the last few minutes had furnished the channel, if not the impetus for the change.
