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Stevenson, Robert Louis

"The Wrecker"

And
mind you, all legitimate business! Not even your
shrinking sensitiveness could find fault with the
first look of one of them if they had panned out
right. And you know the FLYING SCUD was the
biggest gamble of the crowd, and that was your own
idea. Mamie says she never could bear to look you in
the face if that idea had been mine, she is SO
conscientious!

"Your broken-hearted

"JIM."
The last began without formality:--
"This is the end of me commercially. I give up; my
nerve has gone. I suppose I ought to be glad, for
we're through the court. I don't know as ever I knew
how, and I'm sure I don't remember. If it pans out--
the wreck I mean--we'll go to Europe and live on the
interest of our money. No more work for me. I shake
when people speak to me. I have gone on, hoping and
hoping, and working and working, and the lead has
pinched right out. I want to lie on my back in a
garden and read Shakespeare and E. P. Roe. Don't
suppose it's cowardice, Loudon. I'm a sick man.


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