The spur and burden of the contract are intolerable to me. Cleveland, hehanded her a card on which he had written He didn't, and asked her tosign her name below those words. It reminds me of JohnQuarles's farm. Out of it, however, grew a number of those private social gatheringswhich Clemens so dearly loved--small luncheons and dinners given at hisown table.
He was adding, here and there, a finishing touch to his manuscript,writing with effort on small slips of paper containing but a few wordseach. d in a sort of objurgatory chorus which, for a timeat least, spared neither the author nor his work. The idea may have grown out ofhis own pilot apprenticeship on the river, when cub pilots not onlyreceived no salary, but paid for the privilege of learning. It was near the end of the year that the other great interest--themachine--came finally to a conclusion.
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