"I'm coming to that," he said, "don't hurry me."
For several minutes they sat eyeing each other, and then, with an earnest
ring in his voice and a smile on his lips, Sam began talking again.
"Look here!" he said, "I'm no Frank Robson and I do not like giving a
woman the worst of it. I have been studying you and I can't see you
running around loose with ten thousand dollars of real money on you. You
do not fit into the picture and the money will not last a year in your
hands.
"Give it to me," he urged; "let me invest it for you. I'm a winner. I'll
double it for you in a year."
The actress stared past Sam's shoulder to where a group of young men sat
about a table drinking and talking loudly. Sam began telling an anecdote
of an Irish baggage man in Caxton. When he had finished he looked at her
and laughed.
"As that shoemaker looked to Jerry Donlin so you, as the colonel's wife,
looked to me," he said. "I had to make you get out of my flower bed."
A gleam of resolution came into the wandering eyes of Luella London and
she took the purse from the back of the chair and brought out the roll of
bills.
"I'm a sport," she said, "and I'm going to lay a bet on the best horse I
ever saw.
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