[Drone-dev] charming girl can't waltz, she oug

[Moring G. <dec...@pa...>]

Ound the corner. "Ah, ha, Tommy, _sold_! I've got a champion now. I'm no
longer shivering in my shoes. Mr. Dysart will protect me--_won't_ you,
Mr. Dysart?" to the young man, who says "yes" without stirring a muscle.
The heaviest bribe would not have induced him to move, because, standing
behind him, she has laid her dainty fingers on his shoulders, from which
safe position she mocks at Tommy with security. Were the owners of the
shoulders to stir, the owners of the fingers might remove the delightful
members. Need it be said that, with this awful possibility before him,
Mr. Dysart is prepared to die at his post rather than budge an inch.
And, indeed, de