The Man from Home by Booth Tarkington;Harry Leon Wilson
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page 40 of 153 (26%)
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PIKE [in the voice of a convalescent]. I never had any business to leave Indiana! VASILI. I am sorry, my friend. [PIKE takes another large forkful of caviar.] VASILI [observing this]. But I thought you did not like the caviar? PIKE. It's to take away the taste of the vodka. VASILI [laughing]. I lift my hat to you. PIKE. You never worked on a farm in your own country, Doc? VASILI. That has been denied me. PIKE. I expect so. Talk about things to drink! Harvest-time, and the women folks coming out from the house with a two-gallon jug of ice-cold buttermilk! [Sets down the glass and whistles softly with delight.] [HORACE shows increasing signs of annoyance.] VASILI. You still enjoy those delights? PIKE. Not since I moved up to our county-seat ten years ago and began to practice law. Things don't taste the same in the city. |
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