From a Bench in Our Square

Samuel Hopkins Adams

Capitolo 72

reserved hand on my knee. "I would appreciate before, to do her/it a small
favors", he continued in his/her height of peels and intimate voice. "If you are looking
for some rapid and easy money, I found a small point that I would appreciate to pass
above to You."

"The Small Red Doctor evidently told him that my mind you/he/she was one staggering
you ruin that can be rather true;  but if it is a matter to invest in the
Peruvian gold, Covers of rubber Tree and Motion Perpetual Concession, I am
forced reluctantly--"

"Forget him/it!" adjured the hard one, man pink color in a tone that assured mine
silence and almost my trust. "This is a hoss. Seven to one and a
sure spool. Me the hosses of _know_. I have possessed 'the em."

"Thanks, but I cannot afford such luxuries as betting."

"You cannot afford _not_ to have down anything on this if it is only a
lace from shoes. No? Oh--well!"

Deducing again the art-plaza from his/her pocket he lifted his pearl-grey
derby and it slightly beat hopelessly to his/her eyebrow. Taking the warm perfume and
fresh, the orphan of Susan Gluck came to audacious on-wind that gives language, or
rather, you sniff, voluptuously.

"Mm-meter-meter! Snmmff!" it inhaled the orphan, while wrinkling ecstatic nostrils.
"Mr., lemmes smell him some more!"

Attractively the distributor of the fragrance waved its handkerchief balm-load.
"How him, kiddie?" he said.

"Oh, is _grand_!" You stretched out her/it the small dirty hands. "Please,
Mr.", did she implore, him "it would beat on 'the em, only once?"

The men you pink they launched him/it to her. "If the brings back and, when you find him everybody
snuffed on, gives here again it to the Dominie for me."

"Oh, attractive!" says the orphan, incredulous to this generosity. "I have
it up to _to-morrah_?"

"Sure! Which is great idea for to-tomorrow?"

"I am goin' to a funeral. I want him/it to cry in", says the orphan
importantly.

"A funeral?" I asked. "In Ours To straight angle? Of whom?"

"My cousin Minnie. You are goin' to be buried in the acrid one of God, a' I am
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