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-125-she came up to the Hutchins' house shaking and screaming with the hair streaming down her face, looking for Eveline and crying that she was going to kil her. Dr. Hutchins was thunderstruck; but though she was terribly frightened in-side, Eveline managed to keep cool and tel her father that she had let O'Riely do drawings of her but that there'd been nothing else between them, and that his wife was a stupid ignorant Mexican and couldn't imagine a man and a woman being alone in a studio together without thinking something disgusting. Although he scolded her for being so imprudent Dad believed her and they managed to keep the whole thing from Mother, but she only managed to see Pepe once more after that. He shrugged his shoulders and said what could he do, he couldn't abandon his wife and children to starve, poor as he was he had to live with them, and a man had to have a woman to work for him and cook; he couldn't live on romantic lifeclasses, he had to eat, and Lola was a good woman but stupid and untidy and had made him promise not to see Eveline again. Eveline turned on her heel and left him before he was through talking. She was glad she had a horse she could jump on and ride away.
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a matrass covered with something from Vantine's
makes a divan in the ladyphotographer's studio we
sit on the divan and on cushions on the floor and the long-necked English actor reads the Song of Songs in rhythms and the ladyphotographer in breastplates and silk bloomers dances the Song of Songs in rhythms
-126-the little girl in pink is a classical dancer with pan-pipes but the hennahaired ladyphotographer dances the Song of Songs in rhythms with winking bel ybutton and clash of breastplates in more oriental style
stay muh with flahgons comfort muh with ahpples for I am sick of loeuve his left hand is under muh head and his rahght hand cloth embrace muh the semiretired actress who lived upstairs let out a yel and then another Burglars secondstory men
Good God she's being attacked we men run up the
stairs poor woman she's in hysterics Its the wrong flat the stairs are ful of dicks outside they're backing up the waggon Al right men on one side girls on
the other what the hel kind of place is this anyway? Dicks coming in al the windows dicks coming out of the kitchen-ette the hennahaired ladyphotographer holds them at bay draped in a portiere waving the telephone Is this
Mr. Wickersham's office? District Attorney trying
experience a few friends a little dance recital
in the most brutal manner prominent actress upstairs in hysterics al right officer talk to the District Attor-ney he'l tel you who I am who our friends are Dicks slink away waggon jangles to another street
the English actor is speaking Only by the greatest
-127-control I kept muh temper the swine I'm terrible when I'm aroused terrible and the Turkish consul and his friend who were
there incog bel igerent nation Department of Justice Espionage hunting radicals proGermans slipped quietly out and the two of us ran down the stairs and walked fast downtown and crossed to Weehawken on the ferry it was a night of enormous fog through which moved
blunderingly the great blind shapes of steamboat sirens from the lower bay in the bow of the ferry we breathed the rancid river-breeze talking loud in a shouting laugh out of the quiet streets of Weehawken incredible
slanting viaducts lead up into the fog
EVELINE HUTCHINS
She felt half crazy until she got on the train to go back east. Mother and Dad didn't want her to go, but she showed them a telegram she'd wired Eleanor to send her offering her a high salary in her decorating business. She said it was an opening that wouldn't come again and she had to take it, and anyway, as George was coming home for a vacation, they wouldn't be entirely alone. The night she left she lay awake in her lower berth tremendously happy in the roar of the air and the swift pound of the wheels on the rails. But after St. Louis she began to worry: she'd decided she was pregnant. She was terribly frightened. The Grand Central Station