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           Andafterwardshewasawakeandshesaid,"Isupposeyou’rehungry."

           "Yes,Helen."

           "Whatdoyouwant?"

           "Onionsandwich—no,twoonionsandwichesonryebread."

           "I’llhavetohaveonetostandyou."

           "Don’tyouwantone?"

           "Ofcourse."

           Shepaddeddownthestairsandcamebackinalittlewhilewithsandwichesandacartonofmilkandtwoglasses.

           Itwasaprettyhotonion."Mary,muldoon,"Ibegan.

           "Waittillyouswallow."

           "Didyoumeanthataboutnotwantingtoknowaboutbusiness?"

           "Why—yes."

           "Well,Ihavealead.Iwantathousanddollars."

           "WasitsomethingMr.Bakertoldyou?"

           "Inaway.Butprivatetoo."

           "Well,youjustwriteacheck."

           "No,darling,Iwantyoutogetitincash.Andyoumightpassthewordatthebankthatyou’regettingnewfurnitureorrugsorsomething."

           "ButI’mnot."

           "Youwill."

           "Isitasecret?"

           "Yousaidyouwanteditthatway."

           "Yes—well—Ido.Yes.It’sbetterthatway.Thisisaburnyonion.WouldMr.Bakerapprove?"

           "Hewouldifhedidit."

           "Whendoyouwantit?"

           "Tomorrow."

           "Ican’teatthisonion.IguessIsmellbadenoughnow,though."

           "You’remydarling."

           "Ican’tgetoverMarullo."

           "Howdoyoumean?"

           "Comingtothehouse.Bringingcandy."

           "Godworksinamysteriousway."

           "Nowdon’tbesacrilegious.Easterisn’tover."

           "Yes’tis.It’sone-fifteen."

           "GoodLord!Webettergettosleep."

           "Ah!There’stherub—Shakespeare."

           "You’dmakeajokeaboutanything."