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The Triflers

Creator: Bartlett, Frederick Orin
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"Steady," he warned. "There are still four shots left in that gun." Hamilton relaxed. "You don't care what the little fellows do to you," said Monte. "But you don't want to queer yourself any further with her, do you? Now, listen. She thinks you tried to shoot yourself. By that much I have a hunch she thinks the better of you." Hamilton groaned, "And because I believe what you told me about her," he ran on, fighting for breath--"just because--because I believe the shooting fits into that, I 'm glad to--to have her think that little the better of you, Hamilton." The interior of the cab was beginning to move slowly around in a circle. He leaned back his head a second to steady himself--his white lips pressed together. "So--so--clear out," he whispered. "You--you won't tell her?" "No. But--clear out, quick."
The Bible, King James version, Book 20: Proverbs

Book 20 Proverbs 20:001:001 The proverbs of Solomon the son of David, king of Israel; 20:001:002 To know wisdom and instruction; to perceive the words of understanding; 20:001:003 To receive the instruction of wisdom, justice, and judgment, and equity; 20:001:004 To give subtilty to the simple, to the young man knowledge and discretion. 20:001:005 A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels: 20:001:006 To understand a proverb, and the interpretation; the words of the wise, and their dark sayings. 20:001:007 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.
Hamilton opened the cab door. "Got any money?" inquired Monte. "No." Monte drew out his bill-book and handed it to Hamilton. "Take what there is," he ordered. Hamilton obeyed, and returned the empty purse. "Remember," faltered Monte, his voice trailing off into an inaudible murmur, "we're engaged--Marjory and I--" But Hamilton had disappeared. It was the driver who was peering in the door. "Where next, monsieur?" he was saying. "Normandie," muttered Monte. The windows began to revolve in a circle before his eyes--faster and faster, until suddenly he no longer was conscious of the pain in his shoulder.