Also of the expence I'm incuring,
and all the rest of it. I've shown all sorts of patience, but
this is the limit."
He turned on his Heal, but came back for a last word or
two.
"Now see here," he said, "we have everything fixed the way
you said You wanted it. And I'll give you ten minutes. That's
all."
He stocked away, and Mr. Beecher looked at me.
"Ten minutes of Heaven," he said, "and then perdetion with
that bunch. Look here," he said, "I--I'm awfully interested in
what you are telling me. Let's cut off up the beech and talk."
Oh night of Nights! Oh moon of Moons!
Our talk was strictly business. He asked me my Plot, and
although I had been warned not to do so, even to David Belasco,
I gave it to him fully. And even now, when all is over, I am not
sorry. Let him use it if he will. I can think of plenty of
Plots.
The real tradgedy is that we met father. He had been
ordered to give up smoking, and I considered had done so, mother
feeling that I should be encouraged in leaving off cigarettes.
So when I saw the cigar I was sure it was not father. It proved
to be, however, and although he passed with nothing worse than
a Glare, I knew I was in more trouble.
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