The Tracer of Lost Persons by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
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"No; and I don't want any," returned Gatewood, sorting his mail with a scowl and waving away his fruit. "Tut, tut! Lovers must be patient. Dearie will be found some day--" "Some day," snarled Gatewood, "I shall destroy you, Tommy." "Naughty! Naughty!" reflected Kerns, pensively assaulting the breakfast food. "Lovey must _not_ worry; Dovey shall be found, and all will be joy and gingerbread. . . . If you throw that orange I'll run screaming to the governors. Aren't you ashamed--just because you're in a love tantrum!" "One more word and you get it!" "May I sing as I trifle with this frugal fare, dear friend? My heart is _so_ happy that I should love to warble a few wild notes--" He paused to watch his badgered victim dispose of a Martini. "I wonder," he mused, "if you'd like me to tell you what a cocktail before breakfast does to the lining of your stomach? Would you?" "No. I suppose it's what the laundress does to my linen. What do I care?" "_Don't_ be a short sport, Jack." "Well, I don't care for the game you put me up against. Do you know what |
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