Man on the Box by Harold MacGrath
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you know that I've just got to be doing something. I've been inactive
too long. I am ashamed to say that I should tire of the house in a week or less. Change, change, of air, of place, of occupation; change--I must have it. It's food and drink." "You've met this woman before, somewhere." "I neither acknowledge nor deny. It will be very novel. I shall be busy from morning till night. Think of the fun of meeting persons whom you know, but who do not know you. I wouldn't give up this chance for any amount of money." "Forty Dollars a month," said I, wrathfully. "Cigar money,"--tranquilly. "Look here, Bob; be reasonable. You can't go about as a groom in Washington. If the newspapers ever get hold of it, you would be disgraced. They wouldn't take you as a clerk in a third-rate consulate. Supposing you should run into Jack or his wife or Nancy; do you think they wouldn't know you at once?" "I'll take the risk. I'd deny that I knew them; they'd tumble and leave me alone. Chuck, I've got to do this. Some day you'll understand." "But the woman's name, Bob; only her name." "Oh, yes! And have you slide around and show me up within twenty-four hours. No, I thank you. I am determined on this. You ought to know me |
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