“Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. His first reaction had been explosive as the hurts of the past rose up to taunt him. Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. She made me over. Then she turned, and entering the inner room, commenced to dress hastily for the street. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark, “They’re playing football.
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