Between Friends by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
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"I had to see Drene--that's why we are late," explained Guilder.
"We're ready to go ahead and let your contracts for you--" "Drene?" interrupted Graylock, looking straight at Guilder with a curious and staring intensity. "Why drag Drene into an excuse?" "Because we went to his studio," said Guilder. "Now about letting the contracts--" "Were you at Drene's studio?" "Yes. He's doing the groups for the new opera for us." Quair, watching Graylock, was seized with a malicious impulse: "Neat little skirt he has up there--that White girl," he remarked, seating himself on Graylock's polished table. A dull flush stained Graylock's cheekbones, and his keen eyes turned on Quair. The latter lighted a cigarette, expelled the smoke in two thin streams from his abnormally narrow nostrils. "Some skirt," he repeated. "And it looks as though old Drene had her number--" Guilder's level voice interrupted: "The contracts are ready to be--" But Graylock, not heeding, and perhaps not hearing, and looking all |
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