Death of a Viewer

Death of a Viewer from the first page of the book Conspiracy Sandra we are broke More than usual Infinitely Finally definitely and completely broke What is it cards or racing Both and something on the Stock Exchan

  • Title: Death of a Viewer
  • Author: Herbert Adams
  • ISBN: null
  • Page: 487
  • Format: Kindle Edition
  • from the first page of the book 1 Conspiracy Sandra, we are broke More than usual Infinitely Finally, definitely and completely broke What is it cards or racing Both, and something on the Stock Exchange I am sorry, darling, but never in my life have I known such damnable ill luck Everything at once To get square I plunged on Last Chance for tfrom the first page of the book 1 Conspiracy Sandra, we are broke More than usual Infinitely Finally, definitely and completely broke What is it cards or racing Both, and something on the Stock Exchange I am sorry, darling, but never in my life have I known such damnable ill luck Everything at once To get square I plunged on Last Chance for the big race It was a cert and it won But the jockey was disqualified That put the lid on There was no reply The room was luxurious rather than poverty stricken and the two people in it showed no signs of penury It was an apartment in a South Kensington hotel Not perhaps the most fashionable quarter in that area if there is one but its charges were high and its appointments adequate The man perched on the arm of a well padded settee looked less rueful than his words might have suggested He had good features and dark wavy hair He was in evening clothes of the latest style, complete except that he had not yet donned his tails His trousers, shirt and shoes left nothing to be desired The girl, sitting in front of the mirror, was using her lipstick Over her dainty underwear she had a quilted, silken bed jacket, partially fastened The dress she was to wear lay on the bed From his perch the man could see her reflection in the glass, the curves of her neck and the fine contours of her breasts He could also see himself They were in fact as good looking a couple as one could easily find He noted with pleasure, as he always did, her feminine shapeliness, her golden hair and clear blue eyes He was watching the expression on her face It had not changed as he told of his misfortunes and when she spoke her voice showed no emotion How exactly do we stand she said at last As the bankruptcy people, unfeeling brutes, will put it liabilities 4,000, assets nil I have enough cash to keep us here for another two or three weeks but I owe a tidy bit to Marcus Galloway Nothing further doing there Have you anything The price of a cab fare My little bit gone She could see his head as he nodded I am afraid, darling, everything is gone There was another uneasy silence How would she take it He watched her anxiously, as well he might.

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