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to know exactly what is hanging over her"

Bones pleaded, and offered a hundred rapid solutions, none of which

were acceptable to the relentless Hamilton

"I'll tell her myself, if you like," he said "I could explain that

they're just the sort of things that a silly ass of a man does, and

that they were not intended to be offensive--even that one about her

lips being like two red strips Strips of what--carpet?"

"Don't analyse it, Haed Bones "Poems

are like pictures, old friend You want to stand at a distance to see

theain He stopped once or twice to ask such pointed questions as

how many "y's" were in "skies," and Bones stood on alternate feet,

protesting incoherently

"They're not bad, old boy?" he asked anxiously at last "You wouldn't

say they were bad?"

"Bad," said Hamilton in truth, "is not the word I should apply"

Bones cheered up

"That's what I think, dear ex-officer," he smirked "Of course, a

fellow is naturally shy aboutit all, I've seen worse than that last poe"

"So have I," ad back to the first