Booth Tarkington,
The Red Book Magazine, Volume 37…
(1921)
“ For a moment Laurence was incredulous; then in a dazed way he began to realize his dreadful position. He knew himself to be worse than compromised: a ruinous claim to him seemed upon the point of being established; and all the spectators instantly joined in the effort to establish it. They circled about him, leaping and pointing. They bawled incessantly within the very cup of his ear. “She is! She is too your girl! She says so herself!” The entire audience replied: “Daisy Mears and Laurence Coy! She's your girl!” Laurence swung the rake, repeating: “Just let her try to come near me again!” ”
