"What—"
"Stand up—there, agin that screen there—"
Dark as a nun in her wimple, but golden as a sun-flower, she rose as Trilby rose to the eye of Svengali—
"Gad!" he repeated, bringing his small tight fist down on a littered ash-tray, "by Gad!"
Wine was suddenly in her blood.
"You ought to see me and my little sister when we pose together; we—"
"Take off your hat, girl."
She stood suddenly quiet, as if the wine in her blood had seethed and quieted.
"Aw—no—whatta you think I am—I—"
"Take off your hat, big little girl, and if you're good to me I'll tell you something. If I hadn't taken a fancy to you I wouldn't tell you, neither."