And then came another woman's voice--"Shut up and mind your business!"
"I'll tear your eyes out, you devil!" shrilled the first voice, and
there followed a string of furious curses. The other woman replied in
kind and Samuel made out that there was some kind of a quarrel, and
that some of the party wanted to interfere, and that others wanted it
to go on. All were whooping and shrieking uproariously, and the two
women yelled like hyenas.
It was like the nightmare sounds he had heard from his cell in the
police station, and Samuel listened appalled. There came a crash of
breaking glass; and then suddenly, in the midst of the confusion, he
heard his young master cry, "Get out of here!"--and the dining room
door was flung open, and the uproar burst full upon him.
A terrible sight met his eyes. It was the beautiful and radiant
creature who had kissed Bertie Lockman; her face was now flushed with
drink and distorted with rage--her hair disheveled and her aspect
wild; and she was screaming in the voice which had first startled
Samuel. Bertie had grappled with her and was trying to push her out of
the room, while she fought frantically, and screamed: "Let me go! Let
me go!"
"Get out of here, I say!" cried Bertie, "I mean it now."
"I won't! Let me be!" exclaimed the girl.
"Hurrah!" shouted the others, crowding behind them. Young Holliday was
dancing about, waving a bottle and yelling like a maniac, "Go it,
Bertie! Give it to him, Belle!"
"This is the end of it!" cried Bertie.
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