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Show Too Mu.ll of a Good Thlnf, "George!" It wasn't what she said so much as the way in which she said it. She took the word and dre.w it out until it was a long, tremulous filament of sweetness. Yet there was a tinge of reproach in her tone. "George!" She only said it once in reality, but it is customary with story writers to say George twice under these circumstances. "What is it?" "You have been squeezing my hand with great regularity and emphasis for some time." "I know it," he replied, with the frankness frank-ness that was characteristic of his manly nature. "Please don't do it any more," and ber voice dropped almost to a whisper. "No more?' This sounded like heart throbs of anguish (whatever they are), and his form shook with emotion. "Why not?' "Because" she faltered. "Go on." "Because I'm getting a corn on my little finger." Washington Post. |