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From: | Hilary Bowman |
Subject: | [Info-gne] slapstick |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 14:22:02 +0400 |
George seemed to lose control of the feelings he
had beenstruggling so hard to suppress. The dinner hour was another trying period,
although Cora T.
It looked as if I were going to pull through and
keepafloat. His hands tightened upon thearms and the blood rushed to his
face.
Youlltake to working Sundays pretty soon, I
suppose, like Carey. A rival inventor claimed infringement on patents of
hisown.
I went to bed thatnight thinking: This will save me
and the old firm. That matter is settled, and whatis the use of digging it up again?
You dont supposehes beginning to take to drink, do you? George, anxiously watching
him, gripped his knee tighter.
THAT seems to have struck, judging by theweather
outside. Well, he said, recklessly, that is the truth, anyway.
I shall try to get Phillips to keep it out of
print, ifhe can.
I ought to have told her at first, I
suppose.
And Cora would ask questions; she hasbeen asking
them for weeks. He looked at it, turned it over and over, andthen spoke. George, old
boy, he said, quietly, dont go up in the air likethat.
Yet George must know what he was talking about. Get
OUT, before I say something you wontlike to hear. Oh, Ive heard my owngrandfather
tell about it.
I tried to make her change her mind, to leave you
alittle, anyway. He was no business man, nor didbusiness interest him, but his
acquaintance with the accounts of J.
All day long I have beentrying to see my way
through the fog, and you were the only lightin sight. A rival inventor claimed
infringement on patents of hisown. They are mighty few thatwould, in your place.
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