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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Green Fancy"

I have
gotten rid of her spectacles, however, and the name that the
prehistoric Blivenses gave her at the christening."
"You--you don't mean Miss Tilly?"
"I do. She is to give notice to Jones to-day. There are more ways than
one of getting even with a scurvy caitiff. In this case, I take old
Jones's best waitress away from him, and, praise God, he'll never find
another that will stick to him for eighteen years as she has done."
O'Dowd returned late in the afternoon. He was in a hurry to get back
to Green Fancy; there was no mistaking his uneasiness. He drew Barnes
aside.
"For the love of Heaven, Barnes, get her away from here as soon as
possible, and do it as secretly as you can," he said. "I may as well
tell you that she is in more danger from the government secret service
than from any one up yonder. Understand, I'm not pleading guilty to
anything, but I shall be far, far away from here meself before another
sunrise. That ought to mean something to you."
"But she has done no wrong. She has not laid herself liable to--"
"That isn't the point. She has been up there with us, and you don't
want to put her in the position of having to answer a lot of nasty
questions they'll be after asking her if they get their hands on her.


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