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Had he not been a waiter at Plato? But not always a workman. Carl had no conception of world-wide class-consciousness; he had no pride in being a proletarian. Though from Bone's musings and Frazer's lectures he had drawn a vague optimism about a world-syndicate of nations, he took it for granted that he was going to be rich as soon as he could. Job. He had to have a job.
"That little scratch there's coming along all right now, but the bone's sore; suppose I'll feel weather changes as old chaps do who have rheumatism." "Whistle if you need anything in the night," said Archie, and allowed the porter to push him into the upper berth, the first he had ever occupied. Wakened now and then by unusual jars, he heard nothing of Congdon.
Moving farther along the log, Carroll dropped to the ground, which was less encumbered there, and spent the next quarter of an hour hewing a passage to his comrade. Then as he stood beside him, hot and panting, Vane looked up. "It's my lower leg; the left," he explained. "Bone's broken; I felt it snap." Carroll turned from him for a moment in consternation.
"I dunno if you'll find anyone upstairs. I'd go and ask, but my leg's lame." "So I see," said Hilary; "I'm sorry." The woman sighed: "Been like that these five years"; and turned back into her room. "Is there nothing to be done for it?" "Well, I did think so once," replied the woman, "but they say the bone's diseased; I neglected it at the start." "Oh dear!"
The dog raised his head, stirred, blinked, pounded his tail on the floor, and rose, a gentlemanly, affable chap, to lay his muzzle on Bone's knee while the solitary droned: "This fellow says in this book here that the city 's the natural place to live aboriginal tribes prove man 's naturally gregarious. What d'you think about it, heh, Bob?... Bum country, this is. No thinking.
The brown horse came thundering by, steady and strong, his little jockey collected as himself, lying out over her horse's neck. "The fences don't trouble her much," said Silver, his voice calm and heart beating. "See, she's that strong," wheezed Old Mat confidentially. "You wouldn't think it, but there's eight stun o' that gal good. It's her bone's so big."
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