Brakemen always swore at it and carried on, the way ignorant people do about art. hild, that he was begetting a soul that had only one chance in a hundred of escaping the eternal fires of damnation. Clemens, I said. I believe heregarded him as being nearer his own type in mind and expression than anyone he had met before.
A letter had come from Gold Hill, asking him where hisreport of the mines was. Hehurried across and remained with them what seemed an infinitesimal time,a bare three weeks, and was back again in New York by the middle ofApril. And on still another: If I could have two weeks of strength I could improve it very much. He drifted, naturally, into a discussion of the Knickerbocker TrustCompany's suspension, which had tied up some fifty-
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