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"Really," muttered Gianapolis, uneasily, "I think you must be mad! I
don't know what you are talking about."
"LIAR!"
One lithe step forward the Eurasian sprang, and, at the word, brought
down the fan with all her strength across Gianapolis' eyes!
He staggered away from her, uttering a hoarse cry and instinctively
raising his arms to guard himself from further attack; but the girl
stood poised again, her hand upon her hip; and swinging her right toe to
and fro. Gianapolis, applying his handkerchief to his eyes, squinted at
her furiously.
"Liar!" she repeated, and her voice had something of a soothing whisper.
"I say to you, be so careful that you go not too far--with me! I do what
I do, not because I am a poor fool"...
"It's funny," declared Gianapolis, an emotional catch in his
voice--"it's damn funny for you--for YOU--to adopt these airs with me!
Why, you went to Olaf van"...
"Stop!" cried the girl furiously, and sprang at him panther-like so that
he fell back again in confusion, stumbled and collapsed upon a divan,
with upraised, warding arms. "You Greek rat! you skinny Greek rat! Be
careful what you think to say to me--to ME! to ME! Olaf van Noord--the
poor, white-faced corpse-man! He is only one of Said's mummies! Be
careful what you think to say to me.
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