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Curtis, George William, 1824-1892 [1861], Trumps: a novel. Splendidly illustrated by Augustus Hoppin. (Harper & Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf538T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Drawing his chair near to Abel's, General Belch lighted a “You see it's not so very hard.” Abel looked inquiringly. “To go to Congress,” answered Belch. “Yes, but I'm not elected yet, thank you.” General Arcularius Belch blew a long, slow cloud, and gazed “What do you mean by looking so?” asked Abel. “My dear Newt, I was not aware that you had such a soft The General smiled, and smoked, and looked blandly at his “You're not elected yet, hey?” asked the General, with an “Not that I am aware of,” said Abel. “Why, my dear fellow, who on earth do you suppose does “I thought the people were the source of power,” replied The General looked for a moment doubtfully at his companion.
“Hallo! I see you're gumming. However, there's one thing. “Not since school,” replied Abel. “Well, you know the cue. I gave it to you to-night. The “You know I've failed.” “Of course you have. That's the reason the boys will expect “How much?” inquired Abel. “Let me see. There'll be the printing, halls, lights, ballots, “Devil! that's rather strong!” replied Abel. “Not at all,” said General Belch. “Your going to Washington “Pish!” cried Abel; “milk for babes!” “Exactly. And you're going to a place that swarms with “Why don't you go to Congress?” asked Abel, suddenly. “It isn't for my interest,” answered the General. “I make “How many members are there for Belch?” continued Abel. The General did not quite like the question, nor the tone “They're only for Belch as far as Belch is for them—” “Or as far as Belch makes them think he is,” answered
The General smiled too, for he found the game going against “We were speaking of your speech,” said he. “Now, “Too many rivals,” said Abel, curtly. “My dear fellow, what are the odds? They can't do any “Another speech?” said Abel. “My dear fellow, you are now a speech-maker by profession.
Curtis, George William, 1824-1892 [1861], Trumps: a novel. Splendidly illustrated by Augustus Hoppin. (Harper & Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf538T]. |