Alonzo Fitz and Other Stories by Mark Twain
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A. Why, have you noticed that? (Shaking hands.) Many a time it has
seemed to me like a discrepancy, but somehow I couldn't make up my mind. How quick you notice a thing! Q. Thank you for the compliment, as far as it goes. Had you, or have you, any brothers or sisters? A. Eh! I--I--I think so--yes--but I don't remember. Q. Well, that is the most extraordinary statement I ever heard! A. Why, what makes you think that? Q. How could I think otherwise? Why, look here! Who is this a picture of on the wall? Isn't that a brother of yours? A. Oh, yes, yes, yes! Now you remind me of it; that was a brother of mine. That's William--Bill we called him. Poor old Bill! Q. Why? Is he dead, then? A. Ah! well, I suppose so. We never could tell. There was a great mystery about it. Q. That is sad, very sad. He disappeared, then? A. Well, yes, in a sort of general way. We buried him. Q. Buried him! Buried him, without knowing whether he was dead or not? |
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