O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1919 by Various
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"But certainly I intend in that tavern to get tipsy as quickly as
possible: for then the first woman I see will for the time become the woman whom I desire and who exists nowhere." And with that the red-haired man departed, limping and singing as he went to look for a trull in a pot-house. Sang Kit Marlowe: "And I will make her beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies; A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. "A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair-linèd slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold--" III ECONOMICS OF EGERIA She sat quite still when Marlowe had gone. "He will get drunk again," she thought despondently. "Well, and why should it matter to me if he does, after all that outrageous ranting? He has been unforgivably insulting--Oh, but none the less, I do not want to have him babbling of the roses and gold of that impossible fairy world which the poor, frantic child really believes in, to some painted woman |
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