The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 115,Oplag 3Yale Literary Society, 1947 |
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" It didn't , " he said . " I try not to let appoint- ments slip my mind . " He wanted to laugh openly and tell Morris Black why . He wanted to laugh because even with the probing of his sharp eyes there were so many things he didn't ...
" It didn't , " he said . " I try not to let appoint- ments slip my mind . " He wanted to laugh openly and tell Morris Black why . He wanted to laugh because even with the probing of his sharp eyes there were so many things he didn't ...
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... didn't prod them on the wrong spot . They were wonderful that way . They all had their own little rooms— like the cells of a wasp nest , and if you let them fly away and gather their own private mud and bring it back to the nest and ...
... didn't prod them on the wrong spot . They were wonderful that way . They all had their own little rooms— like the cells of a wasp nest , and if you let them fly away and gather their own private mud and bring it back to the nest and ...
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... didn't like it . Things like that don't happen any more , she told herself positively . Mama made a gargling noise ... didn't look at him . " You don't remember me , I see , " he said . " I'm Mr. Finkel , in furs . Mr. Dan Finkel . I ...
... didn't like it . Things like that don't happen any more , she told herself positively . Mama made a gargling noise ... didn't look at him . " You don't remember me , I see , " he said . " I'm Mr. Finkel , in furs . Mr. Dan Finkel . I ...
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