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Stevenson, Robert Louis

"The Wrecker"

I'm dreadfully and
truly sorry, my dear fellow: I see now it's not what
you had a right to expect; but I did it, Loudon, for
the best; and the press is all delighted."
At the moment, sweeping through green tule swamps, I
fell direct on the essential. "But, Pinkerton," I
cried, "this lecture is the maddest of your madnesses.
How can I prepare a lecture in thirty hours?"
"All done, Loudon!" he exclaimed in triumph. "All
ready. Trust me to pull a piece of business through.
You'll find it all type-written in my desk at home. I
put the best talent of San Francisco on the job: Harry
Miller, the brightest pressman in the city."
And so he rattled on, beyond reach of my modest
protestations, blurting out his complicated interests,
crying up his new acquaintances, and ever and again
hungering to introduce me to some "whole-souled, grand
fellow, as sharp as a needle," from whom, and the very
thought of whom, my spirit shrank instinctively.
Well, I was in for it--in for Pinkerton, in for the
portrait, in for the type-written lecture.


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