Not very likely, Cyrus said. He maintained the painful grip as he led her along the passageway to the saloon. He was ripe for the plucking, and she plucked him like a goose. She sewed my buttons on, kept my clothing in presentable trim, fed me on Egyptian jam (when I behaved),
But we may as well give it a try. Bliss was a shrewd and energetic man, with a keen appreciation for humorand the American fondness for that literary quality. They go shortly to the devil for ayear--that is, to Egypt. Perhaps when I retire I'll settle down in Luxor.
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