She looked up quickly. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. "So the wheelman told you? I've always spoken it, though I can neither read nor write it. She fidgeted and looked away. From the window he saw The Tigress faring toward Copeley's! Then somebody was coming? Some political high muckamuck, probably. “Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. The Tigress went prowling for nut, too.
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