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Lewis, Sinclair, 1885-1951

"Our Mr. Wrenn, the Romantic Adventures of a Gentle Man"

I [several erasures here]
have been reading quite a few books since I got back & think now
I shall get on better with my reading. You told me so many
things about books & so on & I do appreciate it. In closing, I
am yours very sincerely,
WILLIAM WRENN.

There was nothing else he could say. But there were a
terrifying number of things he could think as he crouched by the
window overlooking West Sixteenth Street, whose dull hue had not
changed during the centuries while he had been tramping England.
Her smile he remembered--and he cried, "Oh, I want to see her so
much." Her gallant dash through the rain--and again the cry.
At last he cursed himself, "Why don't you _do_ something that 'd
count for her, and not sit around yammering for her like a fool?"
He worked on his plan to "bring the South into line"--the
Souvenir Company's line. Again and again he sprang up from the
writing-table in his hot room when the presence of Istra came
and stood compellingly by his chair.


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