The end has come, my Moll.
Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.
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He is the image of you.
Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.
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I thank you, Bull, for chasing me into Molly Cabot’s heart.
Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.
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Gently rocking with both feet on the ground.
Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.
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It seemed a long five minutes.
Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.
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I beg your pardon, I - I was startled.
Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.
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