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Show Not Quite So Bad. When ho came up tho hallway sho plucked something from his manly shoulder. v"Seo," she cried, "a strange hair! You nro n bnso deceiver." H3 shuddered and turned pale. "Yes." sho continued in a cold voice, "you have allowed some bootblack boot-black to brush you down Instead of waiting for my loving hands to an-nlpulnto an-nlpulnto tho brush Oh, George, you do not love me any moro! I can tell It Is n strango bristle." With a great feeling of relief ho told hpr that she might brush off his coat forever. |