Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. What’s that?” They both stood listening. “He is evidently a friend of Mrs. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. I do not admit the truth of a word which you have said.
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