[Beth Norvell by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link book
Beth Norvell

CHAPTER I
12/13

Next season, who knows, you might be leading man if you vork hardt.

I bay you now after one veek's trial, when I know petter vot you are vort, hey ?" Winston carelessly nodded his acceptance of these rather indefinite terms, his hands thrust into his pockets, his gray eyes smiling their appreciation of the situation.

Albrecht was deliberately looking him over, as he might a horse he had just purchased.
"You are kinder slim to look at," he confessed at last, thoughtfully.
"Are you bretty strong ?" The younger man silently held forth his right arm to the inspection of the other, who fingered the iron rigidity of muscle under the cloth with evident respect.
"God of Yacob!" the manager muttered in unconcealed surprise, "it is vonderful, and you such a slender young man to look at.

I vos most afraidt you could not do mein vork, but it is all right.

You vill eat mit us at the long table," he waved his hand indefinitely toward the dining-room, "at 12:30, and then I valk mit you over py der Obera House, und show you vat der is to be done mit dot scenery und dem trunks.


<<Back  Index  Next>>

D-Link book Top

TWC mobile books