David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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"'Scuse me!" says a thick-voiced banqueter in the hall. "I thought it
was my hat! Hooray! 'Scuse me! I know it's pretty late. Whoop! 'Scuse me!" The waiters bicker hotly; the counting-room bell rings afar off. There is a smothered cry of "Front!" "All trains for the East--" comes a monotonous announcement in the corridors. "Sixty-six! Number sixty-six!" screeches the carriage-crier. A drunken refrain floats on the air from Wabash avenue: "We won't go home till morn-i-n-g, T-i-l-l daylight doth appear." CHAPTER V LETTERS OF CONSOLATION On the Africa David Lockwin loved but one person, and that was David Lockwin. On this morning after the banquet David Lockwin hates but one person, and that is David Lockwin. |
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