Man on the Box by Harold MacGrath
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statesman in chrysalis.
Whereupon they all laughed; not because John had said anything particularly funny, but because there was a good and generous measure of happiness in each heart. "Bob, there's a ball at the British embassy tonight. You must go with us." "Impossible!" said Robert. "Remember my leg." "That will not matter," said Mrs. John; "you need not dance." "What, not dance? I should die of intermittent fever. And if I did dance, my leg might give out." "You can ride a horse all right," said John, in the way of argument. "I can do that easily with my knees. But I can't dance with my knees. No, I shall stay at home. I couldn't stand it to see all those famous beauties, and with me posing as a wall-flower." "But what will you do here all alone?" "Play with the kid, smoke and read; make myself at home. You still smoke that Louisiana, Jack?" "Yes,"--dubiously. "So. Now, don't let me interfere with your plans for tonight. I |
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