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French Revolution ; next to him sat deaf John Kollander smoking his noon cigar, and beside Kollander sat stuttering Kyle Perry, thriftily sponging his morning Kansas City _Times_ over Dr. Nesbit's shoulder. The absent brother always was on the griddle at Mr. Brotherton's amen corner, and the burnt offering of the moment was Henry Fenn. He had just broken over a protracted drouth--one of a year and a half--and the group was shaking sad heads over the county attorney's downfall. The doctor was saying,
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It's a disease, just as the 'ladies, God bless 'em' will become a disease with Tom Van Dorn if he doesn't stop pretty soon--a nervous disease and sooner or later they will both go down. Poor Henry--Bedelia and I noticed him at the charity ball last night; he was--
human
A trifle polite--a wee bit too punctilious for these latitudes,
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I was going to say decorative--what Mrs. Nesbit calls ornate--kind of rococco in manner, squeaked the doctor, and sighed.
human
And yet I can see he's still fighting his devil--still trying to keep from going clear under.
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It's a sh-sh-sh-a-ame that ma-a-an should have th-that kind of a d-d-d-devil in him--is-isis-n't it? said Kyle Perry, and John Kollander, who had been smoking in peace, blurted out,
human
What else can be expected under a Democratic administration? Of course, they'll return the rebel flags. They'll pension the rebel soldiers next!