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Chapter VIII

           

           TheAngelcarriedthebrimming,frostyglasstoFreckles.Heremovedhishat,andliftingtheicyliquidevenwithhereyesandlookingstraightintothem,hesaidinthemellowestofallthemellowtonesofhisvoice:“I’llbedrinkingittotheSwampAngel.”

           Ashehadsaidtoherthatfirstday,shenowcautionedhim:“Bedrinkingslowly.”

           Whenthescreen-doorswungbehindthem,oneofthemenatthecounteraskedoftheattendant:“Now,whatdidthatmean?”

           “Exactlywhatyousaw,”repliedhe,rathercurtly.“We’reaccustomedtoithere.Hardlyadaypasses,thishotweather,butshe’spickingupsomepoor,god-forsakenmortalandbringinghimin.Thenshecomesbehindthecounterherselfandfixesupadrinktosuittheoccasion.She’sallsortsoffanciesaboutwhat’swhatforallkindsoftimesandconditions,andyoubetshecanjusthitthespot!Ain’taclerkherecanputupadrinktotouchher.She’sasortofknackatit.Everyonceinawhile,whentheBossseesher,hecallsouttohertomixhimadrink.”

           “Anddoesshe?”askedthemanwithaninterestedgrin.

           “Well,Iguess!Butfirstshegoesbackandseeshowlongitissincehe’shadadrink.Whathedranklast.Howwarmheis.Whenheatelast.Thenshecomeshereandmixesaglassoffizzwithalittletouchofacid,andabitofcherry,lemon,grape,pineapple,orsomethingsourandcooling,andithitsthespotjustasnospotwaseverhitbefore.IhonestlybelievethattheINTERESTshetakesinitishalfthetrick,forIwatchhercloselyandIcan’tcomewithingunshotofherconcoctions.

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