who never chafed through
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who never chafed through day after lengthening day for that which does
not come. But in the end it did come, in the form of a scrawl from the
weeping scion himself. He was mending, but very slowly, and they said it
would be a long timemonths, perhapsbefore he could get back to the
front. Meantime, they were still picking odds and ends, chiefly
metallic, out of various parts of his system.
Im one of the guys you read about that came over here to collect
souvenirs, he commented. Well, ive got all i need of em. They can
have the rest. All i want now is to get back and present a few to
listed for her, and
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listed for her, and she was being tutored by a schoolteacher with blue
goggles and a weak heart who lived at the same resort. Why grow up a
boob, wrote the philosophic mayme, when the lil old world is full of
wise guys just aking to spill their wiseness.
Contemporaneously the weeping scion of wealth was writing back his views
on life and the emptiness thereof, in better orthography, but with
distinctly less of spirit.
It appears, reported the little red doctor, that every man in his own
company has licked our young friend and now the other companies of the
of his fingertips this
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of his fingertips this time tomorrow.
Will you show me a place to enlist. Challenged the boy. And, he
added with a malicious grin, will you enlist with me.
Sure. Said the little red doctor. Ill show you. But they wont take
me. He bestowed a bitter glance on his twisted foot. Come along.
They went off together, while mrs. Berthelin scandalized our square by
an exhibition of hysterics involving language not at all in accord with
the rich respectability of her apparel and her limousine.
We waited at the bonnie lassies for the little red doctors return. He
she had an actual
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she had an actual auricular grip on him, but the effect upon his
woebegone and browbeaten person was the same. He suggested vividly a
spoiled and pretty lapdog being sternly conveyed to a detested bath. She
suggested a vivified bouquet of artificial flowers. We hastily rallied
our forces to meet her the little red doctor, the bonnie lassie, and
myself. Mrs. Berthelin opened her exordium in a tone of high philippic,
not even awaiting the formalities of introduction. But when i insisted
upon these, and she learned that the bonnie lassie was mrs. Cyrus
staten, she cringed. Despite a desire to keep out of the society columns