The Pot Boiler by Upton Sinclair
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_Jessie (rushing to him)._ Jack, I can't let you go!
_Jack._ Don't touch me, Jessie. You'll ruin your dress. _Bob._ Let her kiss you, Jack. She'll be the last girl that offers for some time. _Jack (to Jessie)._ Be sensible, dear. I won't let any harm come to me. _Bob._ Get one of the fast freights, Jack. _Jack._ No freights in mine--New York will do. There's some money still lying around in this old town, I've an idea. _Dad (sarcastically)._ He'll be king of the shoe-string peddlers--the walking delegate of the Hobos' Union! _Jack._ You may laugh, Dad, but I know I'm not such a fool as I seem. Maybe it'll take me more than six months, but I think I can convince you in the end that I can make my way. _Dad._ Maybe you'll not want the quarter of a million at all! _Jack._ Oh, an extra quarter of a million would always come in handy. But we'll settle that when I return, Dad. For the present, I've got the world to conquer. _Bob._ Bow down, world! |
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