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The Vultures by Henry Seton Merriman
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it--I like the smell of your cigars."

Mr. Mangles looked from Cartoner to his niece with an odd smile, which
was perhaps the only way in which that lean countenance could express
tenderness.

"As if it mattered what I think," she said, humbly, again.

"Always like to conciliate a lady," said Mr. Mangles, in his deep voice.

"Especially when that lady is dependent on you for her daily bread and
her frocks," answered Netty, in an affectionate aside, which Cartoner
was, nevertheless, able to overhear.

"Where is your aunt Jooly?" inquired the old man, hurriedly. "I thought
she was coming on deck."

"So she is," answered Netty. "I left her in the saloon. She is quite
well. She was talking to some people."

"What, already?" exclaimed the lady's brother. And Netty nodded her head
with a mystic gravity. She was looking towards the saloon stairway, from
whence she seemed to expect Miss Mangles.

"My sister Jooly, sir," explained Mr. Mangles to Cartoner, "is no doubt
known to you--Miss Julia P. Mangles, of New York City."

Cartoner tried to look as if he had heard the name before. He had lived
in the United States during some months, and he knew that it is possible
to be famous in New York and quite without honor in Connecticut.
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