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Show Nil Desperandum. Percy Parkington rose and brushed the dust from his knees. Then, drawing draw-ing himself up to his full height, he gazed resentfully upon the form of Miss Muriel Muggins, who nonchalantly nonchalant-ly fanned herself the while. "Very well, Miss Muggins," came in bitter tones from Percy. "Oh, very well! You have spurned me, it is true! Indeed, you have spumed me twice! But, though despair eats my heart, I shall not die! I mean to go into the busy world. I will light! I will win! My name shall become known, and my riches shall become envied " "Pardon me for interrupting you, Mr. Parkington," interjected Miss Muggins, "but when you shall have accomplished all that, you may try ma again." Lippincott's. |