The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck: 63
Amy Lowell
“Peace, good old Isaacs, why should you suppose My purpose deadly. In good truth I’ve been Blest above others. You have many rows Of pistols it would seem. Here, this shagreen Case holds one that I fancy. Silvered mounts Are to my taste. These letters ‘C. D. L.’ Its former owner? Dead, you say. Poor Ghost! ’Twill serve my turn though—” Hastily he counts The florins down upon the table. “Well, Good-night, and wish me luck for your to-morrow’s toast.”
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