A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. His voice now had lost its ironies. Wouldn't it be fun to see his name on a book-cover some day? He'll go strutting up and down without ever dreaming he owed the whole shot to us. I've an idea it'll be that long before the chap gets up. He saw it in book-covers, on the stage. Just now my best ones are all taken.
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