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- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Awful perils of road, two punctures, split infinitive, eggs at lunch questionable, but struggle on." </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Better do it now, dolly!" snapped Mr. Boltwood. </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Boltwood." </p> </div>)
- The Comet + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Boom!" </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But did not these men purchase their land, and <br /> does not that give them a right to it?" said Harry. </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But each man will be allowed to accumulate a <br /> certain amount of property." </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But every citizen would be willing to fight for his <br /> country." </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But get who?" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But how did—— Who is this extraordinary Milt Daggett?" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But perhaps," Mr. Boltwood ardently begged the young man recently so abysmally unimportant, "perhaps you would consent to being my guest, when you cared to—say at hotels in the Park." </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But suppose he'd had a revolver himself?" wailed Claire. </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But suppose you get sick?" said Harry. </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But the government owns all the land, railroads, <br /> shops, markets, factories and everything. They will <br /> support it. There will be no need of taxes." </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But this is the third time we've gone off on a wild- <br /> goose chase, and it amounted to nothin'" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But what'd you do?" </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But when this is all gone, as it will soon be in <br /> hundreds of cases, what then? Divide again?" </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But will all people be able to live without work <br /> under this new order of things?" asked Harry. </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But would not this stop all improvement?" asked <br /> Harry, now thoroughly interested and wishing to <br /> hear more of this strange doctrine, of which he had <br /> never dreamed before. </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But you had a gun—a revolver—didn't you, lad?" panted Mr. Boltwood. </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But" said Harry, "it seems to me you have for- <br /> gotten some things. This kind of life might do very <br /> well in this pleasant weather. But in the winter?" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But—— There's a good deal of scenery on all sides, without stopping, seems to me!" </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But, Jane," replied the farmer, "it is too hard <br /> on the boy to do a man's work in the field and a <br /> woman's work at the house, too." </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"But, certainly, beggary is not independence," said <br /> Harry. </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Can you describe those voices?" asked the jus- <br /> tice. </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Can you describe those voices?" asked the jus- <br /> tice. </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Can't! No bottom to this mud. Once stop and lose momentum--stuck for keeps!" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Cannon! Gun! Revolver! Got a revolver, of course?" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Come from New York, eh? Quite a ways from home, all right. Father in business there?" </p> </div>)
- Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Considering everything, I'll be easy on you. Twenty dollars." </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Curious young man. He said, 'Pleased to meet you.'" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Dare? Huh! Don't make the driver laugh!" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Didn't we see you back in—what was that village we came through back about twelve miles?" </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Do you know why I have caused you to assem- <br /> ble here?" he asked. </p> </div>)
- The Beautiful and Damned + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Do you think you'll be able to do any work in New York—or do you really intend to work at all?" This last with soft, almost imperceptible, cynicism. </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Don't you think you'd better get somebody to help us?" </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Drop your pistols and throw up your hands, or I <br /> will shoot you! " </p> </div>)
- Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Ef this legislatin' keeps on," he said, "a man'll have to git a permit to live with his wife. Texas aint what it used to be. This yere's a dry, non-gambling county, but this yere town's the best town in the state." </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Eh!" </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Eight, nine, ten, 'leven and a fifty," counted <br /> Sandy. "There it is. 'Leven hundred-dollar bills <br /> and a fifty." </p> </div>)
- The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Every man of 'em," replied Sandy, casting his <br /> eyes over the crowd. "They're all right, boss." </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Expensive car?" </p> </div>)
- Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Fife-fifty dot will be, in all." Zolzac grinned. </p> </div>)