Tilly, dressed like a bacchante, danc
ed her virginal ' little dance with
shamed, downcast eyes, a travesty of
bacchanalia, a child repeating pas-r
sion by role.
And now Tilly wat at her last ditch.
Before long, at dawn probably, Wein
injger would dismiss her not pas
her off, for Tilly had drawn her sal
ary ahead, being, given to the afore
said ridtous living, and having at
.Christmas, the week before, present
led to the children of the portier at
her pension, the only 'Christmas they
The barmaid was large and' very
blonde. Tonight, with nothing but
champagne on sale, she was not
busy, having only the waiters' checks
to look after. She pinned a pink rose
in her bosom and looked at Tilly with
not unfriendly eyes.
"Hove you seen Weininger?" she
asked. "He was looking for you."
"I'm right here when he wants
me." Tilly's tone was defiant.
He Had. Taken Perhaps a Dozen Steps When a Slim Figure Stepped Out;
From the Shadow of the Building and Put a Timid Hand on His Arm. ,
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