moves swiftly to the door, Back, and goes out.) LUCY BELLE (crying out after him) LUCY BELLE Yo’s a dirty dog! I—I’ll git yo’ fo’ dat—! (Lucy Belle sinks down into a chair and covers her face with her hands. She looks up once and her face presents the picture of fierce, tearful rage. Presently a knock sounds on the door, Back. Lucy Belle jumps up with a start. The knock sounds again.) LUCY BELLE (in faltering tones) LUCY BELLE Come in! (The door opens and Chick Avery enters. He is a weak-faced, but passably good-looking mulatto, of about thirty-five. He wears a suit of smart clothes, somewhat the worse for wear. His feet are encased in a pair of patent leather shoes which are slit about[44] the toes to relieve the pressure on those members. He is partially bald, but what remains of his straight, jet-black hair is shiny from the generous use of hair oil, and is carefully brushed to cover the bald spots as much as possible. His manner for the most part, is extremely urbane and, by fits and starts, exuberantly mirthful.) [44] CHICK (doing a sort of clog dance toward her) CHICK H’yo’, Luce—! LUCY BELLE (exclaiming in mild surprise) LUCY BELLE Why—why, ’lo, Chick—! CHICK CHICK
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