Identifier: saturdayeveningp1933unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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to embark on it.When I put it to you that there I was—twenty-five years old, sound of wind andlimb, amiable, good-looking, intelligent—a model husband in fact—and determinedto devote my life to making some reallyrich girl happy, you said it was a top-holescheme. You said it combined altruismwith business in the most remarkable way. So it did. But how was I to know youdgo interfering between me and Poppy?said Mr. Bracket morosely. Insidious devil! Antony broke in.You kept them precious dark. I was making them in my own way—a dignified way. I dont rush at things—you know I dont, protested Bracket. You dont, said Antony. And Id every .prospect of success, forwe Bootle people cling to one another,said Mr. Bracket. You let me catch you clinging toPoppy! said Antony in a tone of viciousmenace. And then you come along and spoileverything by making love to her yourself. Well, I look upon it purely as a matterof business, said Antony coldly—andaltruism of course, he added quickly.
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You Owe Me a Hundred and Forty-Five Already, Moaned Mr. Bracket Im not interfering in the least betweenyou and Poppy. I dont believe youve adogs chance with Poppy, said Antonycoldly. But I have, asserted Mr. Bracket.In the old days at Bootle I was muchsought after by the ladies. These arent the old days and thisisnt Bootle, said Antony, coldly exact. But I made a great impression onPoppy; I know I did. And its still there—Im sure of it—and I was just beginning tomake approaches. And you told me yourself to be sureand not spoil things by any silly sentimen-tality. I spoke hastily. I didnt pause and con-sider. Besides, you already owed me fortypounds, you know. But Ive thought it outsince—at Monte Carlo—on the terrace ofthe Casino—and Ive come to the conclu-sion that it isnt a career for a man.Havent you ever thought of getting towork again—real work? Ive had enough of it, said Antonywith decision. Theres no money in it. Tch! Tch! Tch! said Mr. Bracket insad protest. I could

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