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From: | Isidore Cole |
Subject: | [Adaldap-users] proficiency plot |
Date: | Sat, 9 Sep 2006 11:49:10 +0200 |
He took John Quincy to a famous club for
lunch.
CHAPTER IIIMidnight On Russian HillA Few Moments
later John Quincy stepped ashore in San Francisco. The sensation he had first
experienced inthe harbor returned to him. Hes climbed high, you know, and hes
trampled downa few on his way up. Rogers chauffeur had lingered a moment before the
house to inspect hisengine. He was gone, gone from that world, away out here ona
black ocean bound for picture-book islands.
Its rather an armful, but you can
manageit.
He was gone, gone from that world, away out here
ona black ocean bound for picture-book islands. She was no ones aunt in those days,
he said.
The young man from Boston stepped to the
rail.
Every one is quite well, said John Quincy. My time
is hardly my own,but I shall hope to look in on her. And was there any chancethat
his strong-minded relative would take the hint?
Life must be full of ups and downs, he ventured
lightly. CHAPTER IIIMidnight On Russian HillA Few Moments later John Quincy stepped
ashore in San Francisco.
I should have trained for thistrip out here. We
almost gave up the struggle after that.
John Quincy removed a sheet of note paper from the
envelope. The boy was not unduly impressed, forLongfellow, Whittier and Lowell were
not among them. Through bright streets where life appeared to flow with a
pleasantrhythm, they bowled along.
Afterwardwell look in on that musical show at the
Columbia.
I always buy a Transcriptwhen I get the chance, he
said. A bigbroad-shouldered man in white pushed his way through the crowd. Ill have
a new glassput in that window to-morrow. This leads to the storage room under the
roof. The boy indicated a spot by the rail on the forward deck, and the porterbegan
to unload. At the moment, he was unsympathetictoward Italy. The girl flushed
slightly and made no reply.
Afterscrambled eggs at a place called Petes
Fashion, she consented to call itan evening. Nor the Mexicans, whoserestaurants
interested the girl next. He glanced northward at the low hills sheltering the
Valley ofthe Moon, then back at San Francisco.
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