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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