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72 and, my gawd! did not kiss, her bloodshot shrieks sounded as follows:

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One would have thought they were dismembering a Member of Congress. Her screams filled the hall to repletion.

And still the man she would vamp and could not, kept three-eighths of an inch from her, his green mustache brushing her nose. It was a ticklish situation for Angela. As near he was as rent day, yet far away as  fairyland or the Differential Calculus. She never could tell them apart; few can.

But what, ladies and gentlemen, was the most mysterious machine just abaft her  fore-quarter, whose wheel, the while, was  revolving with the hellish cruelty of a taxi-meter taking a girl home to the Bronx? It turned on and on. Once she had left the water turned on all day in the bathtub. This was like that—only the floor was not so wet. And as it turned, by her mixed groans one might have suspected her to be  a giraffe with a stiff neck.

But she was not. She was only a young girl growing bilious. And at last, answering her cries for help, the room rose on one