Capitolo 52
"From way of thrilling her with mine happy and amusing
individuality, so that you will appreciate the advantages to be deduced
from my continued knowledge, and he/she clutches me to Your soul with hooks
of steel, as it says Small village. Or was it Harold Bell Wright? You care for
reading, Miss? I have a small library cleaned in, besides a
automatic piano and a patent ice-box.... By the way, Miss, it is that
police officer doing setting-on exercises or does doing mark us to stir on? _I_
you think him it is."
"But I cannot move on", she pathetically said.
"Could not you/he/she work my van, Miss? It is rather simple."
You gave him a rapid examination. "Yes", it said her. "Almost it is as mine
own car."
"Then I will conduct, and you follow, Miss."
"But I am not able--I don't know who--I don't make _want_ Your van. Where it is able
us--"
"Does go?" he provisioned. "To jail, I judge, unless we go to some other place and we do
it _now_. Come! We am of permission!"
Overborne from his/her insistence and further it influenced from the frown of the
official that approaches, her taken the wheel. To the closing of some they involved
but triumphant maneuverings the exchanged vans removed him from
the run of progress, led toward quarter east Avenue and hole
downtownward. Piloting a strange car through traffic of rush held the
girl in the trailer too busy for speculation, up to that, in the interruptions of
a road of side, his/her leader stopped him and she followed suit. The Mr. Dyke
hocking and confident face appeared under her.
"Among", he affirmed, while sharpening to a Gothic street of access and characteristic, "they distributes
the foot of the juicy pig and the harmless one and few convincing
near-but-not-very-beer. It is also possible to find anything to eat and
drink. Can I help her/it down, Miss?"
"No", says sorrily the girl. "I want to go home."
"But on Your really to show, you don't have house."
"I have to find one. Immediately."
"You will need help, Miss. He/she will take some discovery."