When A Man's A Man by Harold Bell Wright
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told her.
"And so, you see," she continued, "I couldn't very well help being interested in the welfare of the stranger who had come among us. Besides, our traditional western hospitality demanded it; don't you think?" "Oh, certainly, certainly. You could really do nothing less than inquire about me," he agreed politely. "And so, you see, Stella quite restored my soul health; or at least afforded me temporary relief." He met the quizzing, teasing, laughing look in her eyes blankly. "You are making fun of me again," he said humbly. "I know I ought to laugh at myself, but--" "Why, don't you understand?" she cried. "Dr. Stella administered a generous dose of talk about the only new thing that has happened in this neighborhood for months and months and months." "Meaning me?" he asked. "Well, are you not?" she retorted. "I guess I am," he smiled. "Well, and then what?" "Why, then I came away, feeling much better, of course." "Yes?" |
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