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WELL, we've got eleven francs left, haven't
we? Eleven francs! About two dollars
and a quarter ! Morton 1 "
" Yes, and eleven francs have grubstaked
. two people for a week a good many times
before now, Gwendolyn, you can bank on that ! "
" But I tell you the Winstons are here ! "
" How do we know it's the Winstons? "
" Who else could it be? They said they were going to
lurprise us. And they're our only friends, too, that the
toncierge knows. You'll see they'll call again to-night
or to-morrow morning, sure ! "
" And supposing they do? "
"Supposing they do! After their entertaining us in
Boston for ten days, and then taking us all over Lon
don to have them catch us like this I "
" Let me cable, then. The coin would be here the day
ifter to-morrow."
i "And when you told your father the last time that
hever under any circumstances would we overdraw
(gain! Besides," she added, with a milder emphasis,
" tt would take almost every copper we've got on hand
to cable."
The situation was partly novel and partly not. For
Ihe last two months of the first half year of their mar
ried life they had been occupying a tiny furnished apart
ment in the respectable southerly end of the Latin
Quarter. And although their fortune, as represented in t
tapital under the eyes of their elders at home, was '
trholly sufficient for their needs, for the fourth timei
ince they had left Indianapolis they had reached the fag
end of their monthly stipend several days before the',
next draft was due. '
There was this to note, indeed. Young Mr. Morton
Carter was in literature. He was even now gathering
material for that great romance of historical intrigue
which was to reach its height in the fall of the Bastile,
and the Reign of Terror. But that great romance was,
Btill to get printer's ink, and it had had no predecessors.1
Literature was, therefore, not a source of wealth upon
which Mr. Carter and his bride could reckon for im
mediate dividends.
" Then I'll have to put in my watch."
" Put in your watch with my picture in the back of
it, and everything."
" But I tell you the mont de pitti is a regular govern
ment institution. It'd be just like getting the money
from a bank. Besides, with nobody knowing us here,
we haven't any blame need to worry about whether it's
respectable or not"
She sniffed.
"Oh, you mean bv that" his sarcasm was wither
ing "that I'm to cable after all?"
No, you're not ! "
"Very well, dearie, very well! I'm going out to get
toy stuff about the Faubourg St. Antoine. It'll be up
to you ! "
f Oh, yes, it's easy enough to leave it all to me ! "
At that he stood nailed upon the threshold. But he
could think up no rejoinder which he had not used so
often already that his literary conscience absolutely ruled
it out. And under a bursting head of steam he started
for the Faubourg.
Whatever Mr. Morton Carter may have lacked, be
yond any doubt he had the artistic imagination. Three
hours later he came back with a realization of exactly
how the Bastile was taken, which made his eyes glitter
and his breath come in long exhalations that partook
almost of solemnity. There would be one chapter at
any rate in "By Right of Blood" which would make
Hugo himself seem picayune !
i The concierge stopped him at her little wicket and
Rave him a card. He was still holding it when he
mounted to his own door and let himself in.
The hall opened upon their dining and sitting-room.
From it again, opened the dressing, and then the bed
room. 1 " Is that you, Morton ? " Gwendolyn called from that
Inner chamber, and then showed a flower-like head
which was still hatted.
" Where have you been ? " he asked, astonished.
1 She laid a hundred franc note and some big five-franc
rart Wheels upon the table. " I've been to your old mont
de pi(t(, that's where I've been ! And now we've enough
to make some sort of a show on, anyway."
"But wha what did you take out? 1 don't see "
But he did see. At least he began to feel and it was
like a large ice cake pressing upon his diaphragm.
"Why, there was that tankard thing, and the tray
with the Sugar and creamer, that we've never used.
And, at the last, I made up my mind we could get on
without the tea-urn, too; we can make that green one
do. And when I'd put in the Sevres bowl and the
Gouda-ware vases, and "
, " But, Great Cxsar ! Those things are all Miss Pas
tonbury's 1 "
"Well, we'd rented them, hadn't we? We'd rented
the apartment furnished. And when she took her whole
four months' rent in advance ! "
" Rented them 1 Snakes, Gwendolyn ! Don't you
Didn't you Why, we rented them to use ! "
" Well, that's using them, I guess ! As long as we're
willing to go without them in the meantime "
"Yes and if Miss Pastonbury should come back in
the meantime! To say nothing of the honor of it!
Where's the ticket they gave you ? "
She produced it. "Oh, start lecturing now, do!
You'd you'd think to hear you," she gulped "that
it was a pleasure for me to go pawning ! And when we
know very well she's safe over in Exeter."
The ticket was not in itself a terrifying document It
looked much like a receipt for a registered letter. But
Mr. Morton Carter was regarding it with all the horror
he had vainly sought to put into the expression of
Claud de la Courcelle upon the sight of his lettre de
cachet. " How how much will it take to get them out
again?" .
By this time Mrs. Carter was beginning to partake of
his emotion in spite of herself. " Why, it's only seven
per cent., as you said, and the fees. Of course there was
my cab-fare, there and back"
. "Cab-fare? Why, did you go over to the head office
on the Right Bank?" .
" Certainly I did. Papa lays it's always good busi
ness to go to the head office. Besides, how did I know
that tome time or other Miss Pastonbury mightn't have
if en at that place around the comer herself.
vas a revelation of the femininely Machiavellian
which staggered Mr. Carter almost as much as the
awning itself. "Well," he said at length, "just a little
more thn half our eleven francs is gone. Thank heaven
'.ave the rest of it!"
Oh if you must get it out of me, we haven't it alL .
1 th.ujht while I was over there, and near the Angio
Amcriraa. it would be a chance to to get some tea that,
is really lilrjl You know how particular Elly Winston
is about her tea. And and, anyway, we've got it now."
" Yes, and I hope Elly Winston may choke on it ! "
He looked at his watch. "I'm not even sure there's
time to make it to-day."
"Mutt as like as not there's a draft down at the com-'
curt " now 1 "
X)uuutn he opened his hand and glanced at the
'.ard in it He did not exclaim, or even change eclor
to any Marked degree. But at the look which began,
as it were, to warp his countenance, she exclaimed
"Oh, Morton it isn't Not Mist Pastonb:trjf "
'That's all I And she says on the other side 'Am
passing through on my way to Switzerland with my
i' usin, Mrs. Gloyden. Shall be here until to-morrow
fcften.oon. Shall try to come in again brlom !'"
He was still holding the watch in his hand. It was
now five-thirty."
" Well, at least," she cried, " that gives us some time
to plan."
Plan ! All we can do is to put for it ! "
" But she'd know from the concierge that you got her
card. And and supposing we met her at the corner ! "
She ran to the front window. " I knew it I I knew it I
I knew it! She's just paying the cabman now I"
" We could both be laid out sick." And for his part
he could have given the most perfect imitation of an
exceedingly well-bred young man having a fit.
" If we both were, she'd insist on coming in. But I'm
going to be. I'll have to be ! I couldn't be around after
my taking the things out ! " She fled into the bedroom.
" You can tell her I've had a headache and am asleep."
" Well, my heavens, I like that ! By James, I do !
And how am I to square it with her?"
" Why, you're all the time making things up. It's
your profession! And you know, Morton, you always
say that when I offer you suggestions in your plots I
only get you mixed! I guess I'd help you if I could!
But it it needn't he any trouble at all ! You can do it
just as if it were a part of a story."
Miss Pastonbury was a middle-aged, educated English
spinster of inflexible principles and unconfiding tempera
ment who had long gained a fair livelihood by teaching
her language to the patrician youth of Paris. She had
let her apartment during the period of her visit home,
and she had let it to Americans for whom, as a sister
race, she had a very half-sisterly affection. But she had
put that apartment under the egis both of the concierge
and the house agent. .And, although she had not men
tioned it to the Carters she had from the beginning
counted upon the present continental tour to give her
the opportunity of returning at the end of the second
month for a visit of inspection herself.
Nor did Mr. Morton Carter need any psychic intui
tion to tell him that it was a visit of inspection. And
while, outwardly, he was making apology for Mrs.
Carter, and leading his guest to the seat in front of the
fireplace, inwardly with a tightening of every sinew of
defence his mind was speeding back to first and basic
principles. He had once as a youngster, against parental
warnings, applied the tip of his tongue to an iron pump
handle in zero weather. Immediately in an ingenuous
attempt to lick it off, he had followed it with the rest
of his tongue, and his lips as well. And a moment later
he was trussing his slobbered fingers beside his jaws in
the same agonizing chancery. The experience had stayed
with him ever afterward as a great moral and literary
lesson. In all fiction, whether written or spoken, you put
the end of your tongue to the pump handle perforce ; but
to attempt to remove it by more tongue that way mad
ness lies. Safety and strength are in no specious ex
pansions, but in narration confined to the most Doric
simplicity.
And already Miss Pastonbury's gaze had come to rest
upon the shelf above the mantel "Oh, I see you've
been shifting things about a bit, Mr. Carter."
"Why why, yes, just a little. What was it you
used to be there? "
" My little shepherd the Dresden, you know I was
afraid for a moment there had been an accident."
" Oh Oh, yes." He drew in his breath for it. " To
tell the truth, Miss Pastonbury, we we've been send
ing some of your china out to be looked at by the
mender. Not that anything was broken but they'd been
a little knocked about and "
"Oh, Mr. Carter!" There was bitter agony in her
voice.
"Really really! You can take my word for it. We
sent them out just to be dead sure entirely certain, you
know ! And they'll be home again to-morrow. You'll
be able to sec for yourself!"
" lint I'm sure Christine in my service she used a'
ways to be the very carefullest maid ! "
"Oh, it wasn't Christine. She's all right. She's the
pure McCoy, a::d it was awfully good of you to recom
mend her to us! It was a dog Monsie'ir Lajeuncssc's
Poigneau. you know- He was in one day, and got to
jumping all over the place "
" Why. I thought Monsieur Lajeunesse had gone to
Ville d'Avray, and taken the great stupid brute along
with him ? "
" Yes. but he came back again next morning. You
see, he'd forgotten some stuff." Having said so, he
realized that when Miss Pastonbury went downstairs
she would ask the concierge about it, and learn that
Monsieur Lajeunesse had never been back at all. It
was the pump handle.
But, on this first occasion it did not se-m to have
taken hold of him. Miss Pastonbury's eyes had dropped
to the mantel. "Mr. Carter, I 1 don't see my bowl!
It wasn't broken ? "
" Yes, but they weren't broken ! I I don't believe
they were even cracked. It was just that we thought
it safest to send them out There was that pair of
Gouda vases on your desk, too." (She was at that mo
ment looking for them.) " They weren't damaged at all,
though not in the slightest."
She sat back and fairly shrilled at him. "But Mr.
Carter the bowl stood directly over the hearthjtone I I
can't see how it escaped being absolutely "haltered! "
" Heh 1 Well well, to tell the truth it did have the
closest kind of squeak I If it hadn't been that one of
the cushions happened to be lying right beneath it at the
time!" He re-set his smile. " It was funny, wasn't it?"
" Oh ! oh, yes, indeed ! " They were cushions which
Miss Pastonbury had embroidered herself.
"And I must tell you about the other things the
shepherd and the Gouda vases." A drop ran suddenly
down in front of his left ear. " Monsieur Lajeunesse
managed to catch them half-way. We saw them just as
they were going. It was mighty quick work, thought "
" Oh ! oh, yes, it must have been."
Until now Mist Pastonbury had been sitting with her
back to the serving table and the china cupboard. But
during the last few moments and she had her excuse
in the leveled glare of the setting sun she had been
gradually shifting her position. 'Cupboard and table
came within her field of vision at last And, as the had
only too strongly suspected, there wat to be teen neither
Queen Anne tray nor three-piece service nor ancestral
tankard 1 s . -
Mr. Carter had marked the direction in which her
eyes had travelled. And now with what might very
well have been mistaken for eagerness-rhe began at
once to speak about that silver. In fact, he had been
just about to bring it up. . To tell the truth they didn't
seem to have had the right sort of polish for it. It had
kept on Retting duller and more tarnished in spite of all
they could do. And in the end they had made up their
minds to have H cleaned up decently. When she re
turned the could count on finding the things in prac
tically the tame condition as when the had left them.
They had felt it only right to tee that they were kept
in proper shape! He smiled upon her more reassur
ingly than a nephew trying to borrow money.
" Why, that wat very good of you, Mr. Carter, very
r good I'm turel .. -..
" Oh, not at all And it wat really Mrs, Carter'i sug
gestion." " Yes? And you werd to fortunate in finding a place
where they do re-polishing, weren't you ? I've heard
1 here's such a shop just down on the Rue Monge. Per- -haps
that wat where you left it in?" -
'No. No, we were a little afraid to trust !t there.
We took it across to the Right Bank. We found ft big
place ever there where they do all tortt of mending and
fina metal polishing."
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"Yes? Then I needn't worry about my silver at all,
need I?"
"No, not a bit!"
"And that's really a kind of place I've always been
looking for, myself. I must get the address from you
now, before it slips me."
The pump handle had found him at last. But he tried
to get a grip on himse'f. " Yes, yes. of course ! It was
one of those new plpces on the Boulevards, you know."
" I thought it must be. And the name ? "
He swallowed, and then swallowed again. But what
ever he was swallowing at, it grew only the more chok
ingly huge. " La Les "
" You mustn't let a little mispronunciation bother you,
you know, Mr. Carter."
" Heh ! Heh, heh ! George, I don't seem able to re
member ! It was it began with "'
" I could very likely place it myself by the street "
He had the sensation of thinking very hard, but he
knew that he had entirely ceased to think. He still
maintained his smile, though. He felt, somehow, that in
continuing to smile he had a power to convince which
transcended logic. " Heh ! Tchck To tell the truth
I don't just seem able to remember the street either."
" Hm. But memory does play us such tricks, doesn't
it? I think you said it was somewhere on the, Boule
vards?" " Yes. Yes, of course. But you see I wasn't sure at
the time which of them it was. ' It was right up there
where a whole bunch run together at the Place de la
Republique, you know." He began to breathe again.
"And it'll be back again to-morrow morning, in any
case."
" Oh, indeed? At the same time as the china? That's
quite a happy coincidence, isn't it, Mr. Carter? "
" Yes. Yes, it is, rather:" Even his nose was sweat
ing now. " It didn't really occur to nic before."
"But, no naturally, when you took them all to the
same place. I think you said to he same place, if I re
member rightly ? " '
Had he said so? Or was it only the pump handle in
another guise? And yet there arc those who imagine
it is easier to lie than to tell the truth! He moistened
the roof of his mouth. " Oh, no no, they were differ-
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tame M-k, at the corner." -
"Oh, quite to. Then you'll remember it, In any case?
I fear 1 may be bothering you a trifle,, Mr. Carter. But
one likes io fee! lure about luch things, doesn't one?"
He mopped himself again. "Really,-1 I don't be
lieve I you see it wai Mrs Cirter who took out the
china." He could at least rest for a moment on .that
yard of iplid ground. '
"Mrs, Carter?" , s . .
"Yes. Of course I don't often Ut her do those thinas
for me. But as she just happened to be going' over in
that direction one day" - - -
"Oh, then you did know of the place yourself? No
doubt you mean you had heard tome one speak of it V
Once more the pump handle was engagingly held out
to him. HiJ words fell over themelves in his haste to
get away from it. "No, oh no! I believe the truth it
we found it in Baedecker." lie knew that their Bae-
decker was safe in the inner chamber with Gwendolyn.
"Why," said Miss Pastonbury, "that makes it per
fectly easy, then. She crossed to her book-case.' and
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reaching behind the upper tier, took out her own fat,
red guide-book.
In Baedecker's list there were mentioned no menders
of china or polishers of metal whatever.
He gagged. " Heh I I suppose in that case, we must
have got it from the directory the one at the post of
fice." (But were there directories at the post office in
France?) "Or, no, I remember now quite well. We
saw it when we were taking out the silver." Again he
could for a moment loosen his grip upon his chair arm.
" Oh, yes, precisely so. And it really doesn't signify,
does it, Mr. Carter?"
" No, not at all." --'He felt quite clearly that she was
merely rearranging him I'pon the spit.
" But, just before it slips me "she had now got down
to business again "about Monsieur Lajeunesse. You
were saying he came the morning after he went away?"
" Yes. es, I think it was the morning after."
"And that must have been more than seven weeks
ago a few days after you moved in. The the china's
been out for quite a while, then, hasn't it ? "
He made no answer at all.
" And the silver but of course you sent that out only
a little while ago, when it had become so dull and tar
nished?" , She eyed him with a kind of grim, raptorial satisfac
tion as the net tightened.
" Yes, I believe it was last Friday. It's to be re
turned to-morrow morning." It now came quite auto
matically. '
" Precisely so, Mr. Carter. I had understood, though,
that you found the china place when you were taking
out the silver? "
He was still standing somewhere near the door when
Mis. Carter rushed out to him. " Oh, Morton Morton,
dear! Even if you want to, I'll never let you forgive
me! And I might just have known that it'd be like
that ! For no matter how clever you may be at invent
ing things, if you can't make the other person say the
things to fit in, too! The old old gargoyle t Why
couldn't I have been there to take care of her! But
don't you see if I had come out, it would have made
it look as if you hadn't been telling the truth ! "
If, for the time, Miss Pastonbury had controlled her
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, cross examination, it was not that the regarded the loss
of tome of her most valuable possessions merely as the
chance for an exercise of inductive dialectics. It was
only that In Mr. Carter's odious Yankee phrase the
wanted to be " dead sure." '
With Mrs. Gloyden behind her, she rang their bell at
a quarter to tea . j
Mrs. Carter opened to her. Upon tin mantel shelf
, stood the Dresden shepherd. In the center of the mantel
was the Sevres bowL On of the Gouda vaset still
half wrapped in an Indianapolis Journal, lay upon the
lounge. . And beside it on the lounge gaped pumpkin
colored club bag. . , . . .
Mr. Morton Carter was itndin with StaiW
within the closed portal of the dressing-room. It had
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powerless to ttop it, whit he heard from the mouth of
Gwendolyn, and that with a swooping vengefulness and
a most liuiincsslike sufficiency. . was this : " No. Mr.
Carter is not at home; but perhaps, thit time, I can
act instead?" ' :
In Miss Pastonbury's outraged soul, incredulity and
thousandfold suspicion, and a resolution for action which
was now quite objectless wrought and contended to
gether. But she was able to speak at last "This is my
cousin, Mrs. Gloyden." , .. ,
" Oh ! oh, indeed." There wat a deadly echo in that
intonation. , ,
"We we came a little early, said Mrs. Gloyden,
timorously.
" Yes, so good of you, wasn't it? You -must stay for
breakfast."
"Thank you," said Miss Pastonbury, "thank you!
We did not come for breakfast"
The lines have been drawn with much fineness as to
what one lady may say to another. But when the first
lady knows that the second is not a lady, and she would
only be putting herself in her power to treat her like
one, much more latitude is obviously allowable. " Oh-h
quite so 1 " said Mrs. Carter. " You merely came to
rubber?"
"What?" said Miss Pastonbury, paling, "I I beg
your pardon? What does she mean, Maria? "
Mrs. Gloyden had begun to move toward the door
again. It was not her hour for conundrums. "You
can see, Adeline, that your things are there I And if
you wouldn't be warned "
" In any case I can feel how atrocious the expression
is, and whether you stay or not, Maria, now that I have
come, I intend to satisfy myself." She already felt her
self more furiously heated than the day before when she
had been coolly in possession of every faculty. She took
a step towards the pumpkin-colored bag.
With one spring Mrs. Carter placed herself in front
of it, and awaited her in an attitude that -was reminis
cent of basket ball.
The attacking force at once fell back gasping. " Good
gracious ! I I never in my life 1 " '
" No, I guess you never did I You needn't think be
cause you can bully Morton you can bully me. And you
shall be satisfied, too. I don't intend you shall leave
until you're satisfied. I intend to make it my business
that you're satisfied I " She passed her down the shep
herd and the Sevres bowl. She followed them with the
Gouda vases, taking the second from the bag and un
husking it with tremulous haste. Then she came to the
silver. And it also, she made Miss Pastonbury examine
piece by piece, from tray even unto tankard.
"There I" she said, with a gleaming eye, "that's done
with ! But it's only the beginning. You took poor Mor
ton when he was alone. Now it's my turn ! I want you
to question, and heckle, and cross-examine me! "
Morton, in the dressing-room, found himself becom
ing acquainted with a bride who was entirely new to
him.
For her part, the gargoyle could only gasp anew.
"You know, I told you, Adeline " said Mrs. Gloyden.
"Go on," commanded Mrs. Carter. "You seem to
think He told me there were places where you didn't
appear to believe him."
Miss Pastonbury's narrow bosom heaved like the Eng
lish Channel. But she still sat speechless.
" Very well I Then I'll let Mrs. Gloyden know with
out your asking me I "
" why, I'm sure," deprecated Mrs. Gloyden, " I said
again and again last night that I felt she must be mit-..
taken." .,
" Mistaken! It wasn't merely a matter of being mis
taken ! But when he was doing his best to explain to
her, if you could have heard how the deliberately went
to work to get him tangled up I "
"And nothing could have been easier," panted Miss
Pastonbury, " nothing could have been easier."
" Yes 1 " flamed her conqueror, " And why ? Just be
cause he was trying to put things so you wouldn't be
agitating yourself about it! I know lots and lots of
men -who wouldn't have cared a a hoot whether you
were agitating yourself or not! "
"Oh!-Oh-oh!"
"Well now, Adeline " :
" And not only that. It was all because he is to hon
orable and high-minded!" Mrs. Carter began to ad
dress herself to Mrs. Gloyden again. " if you had heard
if you only knew how he talks about such things 1
And mind you, being to honorable like that gets in his
way lot I Papa says and I'll tell you there's nobody
in Indiana knows his way 'round any better than papa
he says he never went to court yet with a story they
couldn't tear all to frazzles if only they got the right
sort of inside cinch on hi So you can just see how it
would be with Morton, can't you, Mrs. Gloyden?"
" Oh, I felt, I was quite certain, that there coulun't be
anything wrong " .
And more than that, again ; you see, Mr. Carter is
an author"
"Oh," said Mrs. Gloyden, in awe; "Adeline didn't
mention that."
" Yes, and you can easily understand how much worse
that would make it for him, when he couldn't get his
his explanation right for her I Why, he's just all con
science, that way I Ho won't let the very littlest thing
pass that might let people think he was making upl
He'll go back over a story twenty times, and pull it this
way, and twist it that, and if he can't find any way out
of the snarL he goes pretty near crazy I You haven't
any idea ! And then, as I've told you, to be deliberately
tangled up!"
Mrs. Gloyden regarded her kint woman with shame
which wat fast becoming indignation.
The latter lady had been for some time experiencing a
tense of strangulation.
" Yes," the choked, "and before you finish you might
also say something about Mr. Carter'i remarkable mem
ory, and his most peculiar absence of mind I "
I was just about to, even if you hadn't reminded me,
for it's just his bad memory and his absence of mind
which prove how much genius ht hat ! "
Miss Pastonbury rose to her feet quivering. She
picked up the Sevres bowl again. There'a not the tign
of a crack in it, not even a white crack ! "
"No. And he told you there wasn't I I hope, now,
- that yon 11 be more ready to believe people in future P
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rned you, Adeline!" said Mrs. Gloy-
den.
"And mv silver it's in Martlvnrwi.fl. th ad
dition it was in when I went away." '
"Yes," cried Mrs..Carter in final triumph," and thafi
just how he told you it would be! He used almost
those very words himself I Now now, are you satis
fied?" - ,
"I shall be satisfied," said Miss Pastonbury hoartely,
when I have leen the rest Of my apartment I " With
one swift itride, which training in basket ball itself
could not anticipate, the caught the knob, and thrust
open the door of the dressing-room. Mr. Morton Car
ter collapsed heavily backward upon the floor.
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Tni defeated reached the street at one be-dated. "I
I I never expect to get at the bottom of it now," ih
said. - - . . ,
tn the sitting-room Mrs. Carter had taken the com
, mj famout author of "By Right of Blood" into her
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up against you! For I wat listen n there, ever min
ute yesterday, myself! But,-Morton Morton, dear, if
there ever anything like thit to do again when it'i a
case of a story you're not writings you know you'll let
me do it from the beginning, won't you ? "
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