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Title: Scribner's magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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voice essayed the questi<ui with a degree of timidity ; and the firstvoice was loud in answer. •If she dont like it she can lump it.I dont care. I guess she wont git an-other cook like me, very soon. I aintsure anyway I wont stay in Chicago; Ican git five dollars a week. Is that so ? Do you know. I know what Stella Mix gits andshe aint a bit l)etter cook than me ! Isshe ? Such lurid possibilities lurked in therising infiection that I could not helpfeeling I should have answered just asthe other woman did answer; and withprecisely the same disordered haste. No, indeed ; youre a splendid cook !She says so lierself. She—she speaksreal kind of you, ^linnie. She had better I said ^linnie. No doubt at the expense of an in-ward quaking, the milder girl con-tinued : But I <iiit!i!i I will go back,Saturday, cause shell be home Sun-dav, and if there was no one—I guessId better go ! Dont you do anything of the kind,^Minnie urged. Her voice dropped ;tiiere was a talk of a certain Jim
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Minnie. and the streets of Cairo and a camelride. I am sure that I caught a sigh,but it was followed by, No ; honest, Icant stay ; I wouldnt enjoy it to staywhen Id promised and all. And—andyou better come too, Minnie ! Minnies indignant answer I couldnot hear, being at this moment joinedby a party of friends. And while theywere talking, the two emerged fromthe shadow of the pillar and walkedaway. They were like ships that pass inthe night, for they passed and I sawthem no more ; nor is it likelj- that Ishall ever know who She was, fur-ther than to be reasonably certain thatit was not She who must be obeyed ! They sauntered along, too deep inargument to heed my curiosity. Min-nie I picked out instantly. She hadthe mien of one born to conflict and command! Assertion bristled in thetowering ribbons of her hat ; it rustledin the swing of her smart, ready-madefrock ; it was painted in every line ofher pretty, sharp, self-satisfied face ; itpricked out at her very elbows—leanand active

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