By the time he'd found his way to the agent's office it was closed and there he was roaming round the streets in the white misty evening without any place to go. It was me. When Charley got back to his lodging house he metthe landlady in the hal . who'd been ganging up on him meanwhilein the Senate and House and to sober public opinion and to his father'
à bas la guerre, and everybody cheered. Why would she do that? Because she's a Yankee--a Maine Yankee, the worst kind. ut the stewards were very brave and said the Boche wouldn't sink a boat of the Compagnie Generale anyway,- But I'll be goddamned if I know what could have scaredher so.
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