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Show Real Grief Jerry had been worshiping Ethel fo months, but had never told her. PI had come often and stayed late ver late and she could only sig'.i and hopi He was goiikg awny the next day o a holiday, and he thought the last nigl was the time to spring the momentou question." He kept it to himself, how ever, until the last thing. It was 11 :3 by the --clock. "Miss Ethel," he said tremulously, ' am going away tomorrow." "Are you?" she said with th i thoughtlessness of girlhood. I "Yes," he replied, "Are you sorry! "Yes, very sorry," she murmured a she glanced at the clock. "I thougl you might go away this evening." The English of It i This Is probably why the Englis language Is so bard for foreigners t learn : j "I've lost the links," said the soile '. shirt. "I've lost the links," said the golfe as he wandered aimlessly through tl: woods. . "I've lost the lynx," snld the hunte i aa he saw tracks around his trap. |