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 you haven't got it you dig it up out of the ground, so that they shan't go without—a man can't have that unless he's got somebody to love him, like you love him, and he'll never find it anywhere else either. Come on and dance.

. No, I'm not going. I came here to meet him, and I'm not going away; I mean to look for him, and I'll look for him, even if he kills me.

. No, you won't. What? Go there? He is with swells now, you know that. They don't want any scenes. They know how to take care of themselves when they are having a good time, you'd better believe it.

. Yes, I know. She's a fine lady and they're grand people, but rotten with sin. They are worse than we are, only more respectable.

. That's what you get for having a boy that's good-looking. Why didn't I take this fellow?

. Fred, the Englishman? You'd have made a big mistake. He's a sot. He'd march off for a bock with the first one who happened along. I've seen him do it. You are happy now; yours loves you.

. Yes, he's so refined; he knows how to treat me. He got into a nasty mess that time I was sick in Paris, so that I shouldn't want for anything—six months in the penitentiary was what they gave him, though nobody would appear against him, not even the man who was wounded; it was safer for him to shut up, and he knew it. Hello! Another quadrille. Come on, we ought to dance. M. Boniface will be angry if we don't. He says unless we dance and get people to spend money in the restaurant, it isn't worth his while to give us tickets. Help me out. There's a shipload of Italian sailors in to-night; you talk their lingo. They've money after the voyage—plenty of it. Come on and dance.