Tom Grogan by Francis Hopkinson Smith
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made, standin' out on this dock, many a day an' night, in the cold
an' wet, with nothin' between Tom's children an' the street but these two hands--an' yet ye'd slink in like a dog to get me"-- "Here, now, I ain't a-goin' to have no row," said Lathers, twitching his shoulders. "It's against orders, an' I'll call the yard-watch, and throw you out if you make any fuss." "The yard-watch!" said Tom, with a look of supreme contempt. "I can handle any two of 'em, an' ye too, an' ye know it." Her cheeks were aflame. She crowded Lathers so closely his slinking figure hugged the fence. By this time the gang had abandoned the buoy, and were standing aghast, watching the fury of the Amazon. "Now, see here, don't make a muss; the commandant'll be down here in a minute." "Let him come; he's the one I want to see. If he knew he had a man in his pay that would do as dirty a trick to a woman as ye've done to me, his name would be Dinnis. I'll see him meself this very day, and"-- Here Lathers interrupted with an angry gesture. "Don't ye lift yer arm at me," she blazes out, "or I'll break it at the wrist!" Lathers's hand dropped. All the color was out of his face, his |
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