She paid no attention.
"I'm coming upstairs to see your wife."
"If you pass that door, s'welp me Gawd, I'll set the dog on yer."
She paused. He urged the dog, who bristled and growled and showed his
teeth. Lola picked the animal up, as she would have picked up a sofa
cushion, and threw him across the street. She went to where he had
fallen, ordered him to his feet, and the dog licked her hand. She came
back with a laugh.
"I'll do the same to you if you don't let me in!"
She pushed the hulking brute aside. He resisted and laid hands on her.
By some extraordinary tamer's art of which she had in vain tried to
explain to me the secret, and with no apparent effort, she glided away
from him and sent him cowering and subdued some feet beyond the lintel
of the door. The street, which was watching, went into a roar of
laughter and applause. Lola mounted the stairs and attended to the
business in hand. When she came down the man was still standing at the
threshold smoking an obfusticated pipe. He blinked at her as if she had
been a human dynamo.
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