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The Valley of the Moon by Jack London
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"An' I quit the game right there. An' Billy Murphy's laughed at
me for it. He still follows it. A side-line, you know, because he
works at a good trade. But once in a while, when the house needs
paintin', or the doctor bills are up, or his oldest kid wants a
bicycle, he jumps out an' makes fifty or a hundred bucks before
some of the clubs. I want you to meet him when it comes handy.
He's some boy I'm tellin' you. But it did make me sick that
night."

Again the harshness and anger were in his face, and Saxon amazed
herself by doing unconsciously what women higher in the social
scale have done with deliberate sincerity. Her hand went out
impulsively to his holding the lines, resting on top of it for a
moment with quick, firm pressure. Her reward was a smile from
lips and eyes, as his face turned toward her.

"Gee!" he exclaimed. "I never talk a streak like this to anybody.
I just hold my hush an' keep my thinks to myself. But, somehow, I
guess it's funny, I kind of have a feelin' I want to make good
with you. An' that's why I'm tellin' you my thinks. Anybody can
dance."

The way led uptown, past the City Hall and the Fourteenth Street
skyscrapers, and out Broadway to Mountain View. Turning to the
right at the cemetery, they climbed the Piedmont Heights to Blair
Park and plunged into the green coolness of Jack Hayes Canyon.
Saxon could not suppress her surprise and joy at the quickness
with which they covered the ground.

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