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Updated: September 10, 2026

Close, however, had gone home an hour before. "He's sensible," approved Loring, putting away his papers. "This weather would tempt a mole outdoors. I'm going to the ball game. Better come along." "Too frivolous for me," declared Johnny, eying his little book regretfully. "There's a thirty-five-thousand-dollar day almost gone. All I can credit myself with is a flivver.

George Randolph Chester - Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress