Round elevenEveline Johnson cal ed him up and said she wanted to see him. At din-ner Charley got tight and upset the afterdinner coffeecups with his crutch and went off to bed in a rage. The car drove off. He began to shiver.
It was better than shaking her fanny in the chorus al right. The phone rang; it was a long distance cal from San Antonio, sounded like Joe Wash-burn's voice. Wilson was a man of standing who loved hishome and his children and good books and his wife and correct syntax Say, where's Cliff? Our hatchetfaced young friend who was kind enough-358-to accompany me to the meeting with the lord and master?He pul ed out on the six o'clock train.
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