The Dude Wrangler
“For A Full Minute He heard nothing unusual: the Atlantic breaking against the sea-wall at the foot of the sloping lawn of The Colonial, the clock striking the hour in the tower of the Court House, and the ripping, tearing, slashing noises like those of a sash-and-blind factory, produced through the long, thin nose of old Mr. Penrose, two doors down the hotel corridor, all sounds to which he was too accustomed to be awakened by them.
While Wallie remained in this posture conjecturing, the door between the room next to him and that of Mr. Penrose was struck smartly several times, and with a vigour to denote that there was temper behind the blows which fell upon it. He had not known that the room was occupied; being considered undesirable on account of the audible slumbers of the old gentleman it was often vacant.
The raps finally awakened even Mr. Penrose, who demanded sharply: "What are you doing?" "Hammering with the heel of my slipper," a feminine voice answered.
"What do you want?" ..."A chance to sleep." "Who's stopping you?" crabbedly.MoreLess
While Wallie remained in this posture conjecturing, the door between the room next to him and that of Mr. Penrose was struck smartly several times, and with a vigour to denote that there was temper behind the blows which fell upon it. He had not known that the room was occupied; being considered undesirable on account of the audible slumbers of the old gentleman it was often vacant.
The raps finally awakened even Mr. Penrose, who demanded sharply: "What are you doing?" "Hammering with the heel of my slipper," a feminine voice answered.
"What do you want?" ..."A chance to sleep." "Who's stopping you?" crabbedly.MoreLess
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