Spurling, indignantly; "but I can tell you we have. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. I went to the theatre that night. “You don’t want to go?” “No. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood, born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York.
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