The Port of Adventure by Charles Norris Williamson;Alice Muriel Williamson
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sit there comfortably and nag him while he was down in the dust? "I don't
see any reason against our stayin' all day," said he. "And I guess the machine don't." "Hateful little beast!" exclaimed Angela. "Who, me or the Model?" Sealman wanted to know. "I meant the--_alleged_--Model. She's a fraud--a horror. If only I get--somewhere--I don't care where--I'll never come out with you again, never, never!" "You're engaged to me till the end of the month," said Sealman as firmly as if he alluded to a promise of marriage. "I've refused two other gentlemen. If you don't use the machine, you'll pay, anyhow." Angela would have given much if she had brought Kate. To be alone with these two monsters in an uninhabited world under a blazing sun, passionately hungry and futilely angry, was a dull adventure. "You know perfectly well I engaged you only for three or four days," she said. "That settles it! You shall not cheat me. And since you don't seem to know what's to become of you or your car for the rest of the day, I shall decide on my own movements. I'm going to walk." She sprang out; and Nick, awaiting developments at a safe distance of a hundred yards in the background, saw a slim gray figure separate itself from the motionless Model. "Now's my time, I reckon," he said to himself, and started the car, which |
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