Queed by Henry Sydnor Harrison
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follow it up with others later on. Perhaps you had best read that
before--" "I have already read it." "Ah! How did it strike you?" "You ask me that?" "Certainly," said Colonel Cowles, a little surprised. "Well, since you ask me, I will say that I thought it rather amusing." The Colonel looked nettled. He was by nature a choleric man, but in his age he had learned the futility of disputation and affray, and nowadays kept a tight rein upon himself. "You are frank sir--'tis a commendable quality. Doubtless your work will put my own poor efforts to the blush." "I shall leave you to judge of that, Colonel Cowles." The Colonel, abandoning his hospitable plan of inviting his new assistant to sup with him at the club, bowed with dignity, and Queed eagerly left him. Glancing at his watch in the elevator, the young man figured that the interview, including going and coming, would stand him in an hour's time, which was ten minutes more than he had allowed for it. |
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