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Voices Twonear the curb-door She turned her head

involuntarily in this direction There were no lights in the frontage

before which stood her cab, which intervened between the Brocken haze

in the street, throwing a square of Stygian shadow against the fog,

with right and left angles of aureola She could distinguish no shapes

"Cheer up, old top; you're in hard luck"

"I'ah"

Oddly enough, Kitty sensed the irony She wondered if the speaker's

coer"

"And you're the last chap to welch a square bet What's the odds? My

word, I didn't urge you to change the stakes"

"Didn't you?"

The voice was young and pleasant; and Kitty was sure that the owner's

face was even as pleasant as his voice What had he wagered and lost?

"If you're really hard pressed"

"Hard pressed! Man, I've nothing in God's world but two guineas, six"

"Oh, I say now!"