She shuddered2 a little as she closed the door behind her. In her right hand was her leather Boston bag. As upon other occasions, a short chain, running through two rings at the top of the bag, held it tight shut. The ends of the chain were united by a stout3 little padlock.
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Strong custodian4 of his Highness, the God of Fire, she peered through the darkness, looking north and south for a cab. Her brow wrinkled. On entering the building that night she had spied two dark-faced men loitering outside.
“And it’s important,” she told herself, setting her lips tight. “Very, very important.”
She was thinking of the strange God of Fire. Many times his story had been told that week. On the dramatic pages of daily papers and even in one magazine his ugly face had appeared. And always beside him, as if for contrast, was the lovely face and figure of the “sweetest dancer of all time,” Petite Jeanne.
“Day after to-morrow is the night of nights.” She caught her breath. How much it meant to them all; to Angelo, to Swen, to Dan Baker5, to Petite Jeanne and to all the rest.
This night they had held dress rehearsal. And it had been such a glorious affair! She had not dreamed that such a multitude of lovely scenes and heavenly melodies could be packed into two short hours. Everyone, from Solomon, the manager, to the least and youngest of the chorus, was jubilant. They were made! In a lean year they would score a triumph. The thing would run for months. They would ride in taxis and find flowers in their dressing6 rooms each night.
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“But I must not dream.” Shaking herself free from these thoughts, Florence tucked a small package securely under her arm. Then picking up the bag she stepped out.
She must find a cab for the little French girl. Still warm from exercise and excitement, Jeanne must not be exposed to the night’s damp chill.
No cab was in sight. “Must go round the corner and call one.”
She was about to do so when, with the suddenness of thought, a terrible thing happened. Springing from the shadows of a great pillar, two short, dark men dashed at her. Ten seconds of mad tussle7 in which her dress was torn, her arm wrenched8, and her cheeks bruised9, and they were away—with the leather bag!
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The thing Florence did next was little short of amazing. She did not cry: “Stop thief!” did not call out at all. Instead, she ran after the fleeing men. But when they arrived at the end of the building, turned and darted10 into the darkness beside a bridge, she followed no longer; but, taking a tighter grip on the paper-wrapped package under her arm, she redoubled her speed and raced straight on. This soon brought her into the shadow of a block-long shed which housed derelict automobiles11 and river boats.
Arrived at the end of this shed, she turned, abruptly12 to the left and lost herself in a labyrinth13 of railway tracks and freight cars.
Here, beside a car marked BANANAS, she paused for breath. Strangely enough, at this moment she laughed a low, musical laugh.
She tarried there for only a moment. Then, like a startled deer, she sprang to attention. Heavy footsteps sounded in the night.
With a hasty glance this way and that, she crept from her hiding place and darted from shelter to shelter until she caught the dark gleam of the river.
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Beyond the last car was a steep incline built of ashes and street rubbish. At the river’s brink14 this broke off abruptly. She knew its purpose. Men backed dump trucks up this incline to spill their contents of rubbish into a scow waiting at the bank of the river.
Darting15 into the shadow of this crude embankment, she crouched16, waiting, straining her ears for the sound of her pursuers.
For a moment she allowed her eyes to stray to the river. “There,” she assured herself, “is the last scow towed in for loading.
“Not been used for months,” she thought. “No smell of freshly dumped rubbish here.”
Hardly had she arrived at this conclusion than a new crisis presented itself. Two dark shadows had darted from one box car to another.
“They’ll be here in another moment. Find me. I can’t escape. But then, I—”
She thought of the scow. It was deep. She could only guess how deep. It was as dark as a well.
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“They’d never expect to find me there.” She was away like a streak17. Over the side of the scow she went, and dropped. But not all the way. With her hands she clung to the side of the scow. Her feet did not touch bottom.
As she clung there, wondering whether or not to release her hold, the paper-wrapped package slipped from beneath her arm and dropped with a splash.
“Dumb!” she muttered. Then, “Oh, my glory! Water! I wonder how deep!”
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1 rehearsal | |
n.排练,排演;练习 | |
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v.战栗( shudder的过去式和过去分词 );发抖;(机器、车辆等)突然震动;颤动 | |
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n.保管人,监护人;公共建筑看守 | |
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n.面包师 | |
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n.(食物)调料;包扎伤口的用品,敷料 | |
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n.&v.扭打,搏斗,争辩 | |
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v.(猛力地)扭( wrench的过去式和过去分词 );扭伤;使感到痛苦;使悲痛 | |
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[医]青肿的,瘀紫的 | |
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v.投掷,投射( dart的过去式和过去分词 );向前冲,飞奔 | |
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