A Protegee of Jack Hamlin's and Other Stories by Bret Harte
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Nevertheless, when they reached it and the gate closed behind them, he again became uneasy. The girl's clouded face and melancholy manner were not promising. It also occurred to him that he might meet some one who knew him and thus compromise her. This was to be avoided at all hazards. He began with forced gayety:-- "Well, now, where shall we go?" She slightly raised her tear-dimmed eyes. "Where you please--I don't care." "There isn't any show going on here, is there?" He had a vague idea of a circus or menagerie--himself behind her in the shadow of the box. "I don't know of any." "Or any restaurant--or cake shop?" "There's a place where the girls go to get candy on Main Street. Some of them are there now." Jack shuddered; this was not to be thought of. "But where do you walk?" "Up and down Main Street." "Where everybody can see you?" said Jack, scandalized. The girl nodded. |
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