Clemens smiled grimly as he handed back the cable. It is papa I am writing about, and I shall have no trouble in not knowing what to say about him, as he is a very striking character. To Miss Wallace he wrote:I can't walk, I can't drive, I'm not down-stairs much, and I don't seecompany, but I drink barrels of water to keep th And Clemens, though his conscience pricked him, obeyed, as was his habitat such times.
At any rate, I presently found the faithful Charles Genungprivately reasserting to me the proposition that I should undertake thebiography of Mark Twain. time to get in a sweat about it when it happens; as like as not it ain't going to do any harm, anyway. But I have a perfect horror and heart-sickness over it. The eye has a good memory.
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