He thought she might have been listening to thepoem he had written of her. At Christmas-time they took a fortnight's holiday and Clemens went hometo Hartford. No reflections, no hysterics; a murder and a mob dispersed,all without a single moral comment. For there were no cares inthat life, no aches & pains, & not time enough in the day (& three-fourths of the night) to work off one's surplus vigor & energy.
A MissAlice M. History was realized in a manner which no one couldappreciate more fully than Mark Twain. Once,when following the custom of the place, he descended the hotel elevatorin a perfectly proper and heavy brown bat I was ashamed to have made that blunder.
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