I'll Never Make a Man, George, Said Summers.

Malcolm and his friends had been drinking at the bar. The waiter, who'd been sent on an errand to the bar, burst suddenly into the room and rushed towards them. He said, breathlessly, boy, you frighten George. It was the suddenness of it, said George sheepishly. And besides, I didn't look for seeing him in the bar. There's only a glimmer alike there, and he was sitting on the floor behind the bar. I nearly trod on him. Oh, you'll never make a man, George, said Malcolm. Well, he took me on her wares, said the waiter. Not that I'd have gone to

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