Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 3 Page 61

said Giddy Gory in perfectly plain American and swung for Mazzetti with his bad right arm. Mazzetti, after the fashion of his kind, let fly in most unsportsmanlike fashion with his feet, kicking at Giddy’s stomach and trying to bite with his small sharp yellow teeth. And then Giddy’s left, that had learned some neat tricks of boxing in the days of the Gory greatness, landed fairly on the Mazzetti nose. And with a howl of pain and rage and terror the Mazzetti, a hand clapped to that bleeding feature, fled in the darkness.

And, “O, Giddy!” said Mary, “I thought you’d never come.”

“Mary. Mary Hubbell. Did you know all the time? You did, didn’t you? You think I’m a bum, don’t you? Don’t you?”