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Updated: June 10, 2025

Bill shook the blood from his nose and staggered at the Cockney, who seized his collar, set him down outside the stable with a jarring bump, and walked away, whistling: "Come, oh come to our Sunday-school, Ev-v-v-v-v-v-ry Sunday morn-ing." "Gee!" mourned Mr. William Wrenn, "and I thought I was getting this hobo business down pat.... Gee! I wonder if Pete was so hard to lick?"

Sinclair Lewis - Our Mr. Wrenn, the Romantic Adventures of a Gentle Man