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A Ward of the Golden Gate

CHAPTER IV
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His manner had, it seemed to Paul, advanced in exaggeration with his clothes.

Dusting a chair and offering it to the visitor, he remained gracefully posed with his hand on the back of another.
"Yo' finds us heah yet, Marse Hathaway," he began, elegantly toying with an enormous silver watch-chain, "fo' de Kernel he don' bin find contagious apartments dat at all approximate, and he don' build, for his mind's not dat settled dat he ain't goin' to trabbel.

De place is low down, sah, and de fo'ks is low down, and dah's a heap o' white trash dat has congested under de roof ob de hotel since we came.

But we uses it temper'ly, sah, fo' de present, and in a dissolutory fashion." It struck Paul that the contiguity of a certain barber's shop and its dangerous reminiscences had something to do with George's lofty depreciation of his surroundings, and he could not help saying:-- "Then you don't find it necessary to have it convenient to the barber's shop any more?
I am glad of that, George." The shot told.

The unfortunate George, after an endeavor to collect himself by altering his pose two or three times in rapid succession, finally collapsed, and, with an air of mingled pain and dignity, but without losing his ceremonious politeness or unique vocabulary, said:-- "Yo' got me dah, sah! Yo' got me dah! De infirmities o' human natcheh, sah, is de common p'operty ob man, and a gemplum like yo'self, sah, a legislato' and a pow'ful speakah, is de lass one to hol' it agin de individal pusson.


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