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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Condensed Novels"

Its alkaloid is a narcotic poison."
Sauciness turned pale. "I--have--just--eaten--some!" And began to
whimper. "O dear, what shall I do?" Then did it, i. e. wrung her
small fingers and cried.
"Pardon me one moment." Little passed his arm around her neck, and
with his thumb opened widely the patrician-veined lids of her sweet
blue eyes. "Thank Heaven, there is yet no dilation of the pupil;
it is not too late!" He cast a rapid glance around. The nozzle
and about three feet of garden hose lay near him.
"Open your mouth, quick!"
It was a pretty, kissable mouth. But young Little meant business.
He put the nozzle down her pink throat as far as it would go.
"Now, don't move."
He wrapped his handkerchief around a hoopstick. Then he inserted
both in the other end of the stiff hose. It fitted snugly. He
shoved it in and then drew it back.
Nature abhors a vacuum. The young patrician was as amenable to
this law as the child of the lowest peasant.
She succumbed. It was all over in a minute. Then she burst into a
small fury.
"You nasty, bad--UGLY boy."
Young Little winced, but smiled.
"Stimulants," he whispered to the frightened nursery-maid who
approached; "good evening.


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