Suburban Sketches by William Dean Howells
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spoken of hotels with greater disdain.
"You see, the trouble with me is, I ain't got any relations around here. Now," he added, with the life and eagerness of an inspiration, "if I had a mother and sister livin' down at the Port, say, I wouldn't go hunting about for these mean little jobs everywheres. I'd just lay round home, and wait till something come up big. What I want is a home." At the instigation of a malignant spirit I asked the homeless orphan, "Why don't you get married, then?" He gave me another smile, sadder, fainter, sweeter than before, and said: "When would you like to see me again, so I could work out this dollar?" A sudden and unreasonable disgust for the character which had given me so much entertainment succeeded to my past delight. I felt, moreover, that I had bought the right to use some frankness with the veteran, and I said to him: "Do you know now, I shouldn't care if I _never_ saw you again?" I can only conjecture that he took the confidence in good part, for he did not appear again after that. A PEDESTRIAN TOUR. Walking for walking's sake I do not like. The diversion appears to me one of the most factitious of modern enjoyments; and I cannot help looking |
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