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A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“But really I—I have so many collars.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Don’t touch me, please—I say, don’t touch me, please.<br /> I’ll not be put to bed by you, my man.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“He was afraid of being robbed or murdered.<br /> What do you say?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I can search you?<br /> Where are you moving over to? Stay still.<br /> You’d better tuck your money under you<br /> And sleep on it the way I always do<br /> When I’m with people I don’t trust at night.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I know him: he’s all right. A man’s a man.<br /> Separate beds of course you understand.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I’ll have to have a bed.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I’m not afraid.<br /> There’s five: that’s all I carry.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Known it since I was young.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Lafe was the name, I think?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Magoon.<br /> Doctor Magoon.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“No room,” the night clerk said. “Unless——”<br /> Woodsville’s a place of shrieks and wandering lamps<br /> And cars that shock and rattle—and one hotel. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“No, no, no, thank you.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Not that way, with your shoes on Kike’s white bed.<br /> You can’t rest that way. Let me pull your shoes off.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Not till I shrink, when they’ll be out of style.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“One would suppose they might not be as glad<br /> To see you as you are to see them.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Really, friend, I can’t let you. You—may need them.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Show him this way. I’m not afraid of him,<br /> I’m not so drunk I can’t take care of myself.”<br /> The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot.<br /> “This will be yours. Good-night,” he said, and went. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“So I should hope. What kind of man?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Unless you wouldn’t mind<br /> Sharing a room with someone else.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Well, a teacher.” </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Well—I—be——” that was all he said,<br /> As standing in the river road,<br /> He looked back up the slippery slope<br /> (Two miles it was) to his abode. </p> </div>)

A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Who is it?” </p> </div>)

A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Will you believe me if I put it there<br /> Right on the counterpane—that I do trust you?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Yes, Layfayette.<br /> You got it the first time. And yours?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You drive around? It must be pleasant work.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You say ‘unless.’“ </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You see I’m in with everybody, know ’em all.<br /> I almost know their farms as well as they do.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You seem to shape the paper’s policy.” </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<p>"Oh! So he's still working that old gag! I've heard all about Adolph. He keeps that harness for pulling out cars, and it always busts. The last time, though, he only charged six bits to get it mended. Now let me reason with him." </p>)
Free Air + (<p>A ROOM WITHOUT </p>)
Free Air + (<p>A YOUNG MAN IN A RAINCOAT </p>)
Free Air + (<p>CLAIRE ESCAPES FROM RESPECTABILITY </p>)
Free Air + (<p>RELEASE BRAKES—SHIFT TO THIRD </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE HILLSIDE ROAD </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE DISCOVERY OF CANNED SHRIMPS AND HESPERIDES </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE GREAT AMERICAN FRYING PAN </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE LAND OF BILLOWING CLOUDS </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE MAN WITH AGATE EYES </p>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You’d s … <div class="poem"></br><p>“You’d say so, Mister Man.—I’m a collector.<br /></br>My ninety isn’t mine—you won’t think that.<br /></br>I pick it up a dollar at a time<br /></br>All round the country for the Weekly News,<br /></br>Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?”</br></p></br></div>kly News,<br /> Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?” </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p>“what do … <div class="poem"></br><p>“what do you want? getting weak on the links?<br /></br>fandaddle daddy don’t ask for change—IS THIS<br /></br>FOURTEENTH? it’s half past six she said—if<br /></br>you don’t like my gate why did you<br /></br>swing on it, why <i>didja</i><br /></br>swing on it<br /></br>anyhow—”</br></p></br></div>gt; swing on it, why <i>didja</i><br /> swing on it<br /> anyhow—” </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<p>Claire glowered at him. She thoug … <p>Claire glowered at him. She thought of a good line about rudeness.</br>But—oh, she was too tired to fuss. She tried to run the car into the empty stall, which was not a stall, but a space, like a missing tooth, between two cars, and so narrow that she was afraid of crumpling the lordly fenders of the Gomez. She ran down the floor, returned with a flourish, thought she was going to back straight into the stall—and found she wasn't. While her nerves shrieked, and it did not seem possible that she could change gears, she managed to get the Gomez behind a truck and side-on to the stall.</br></p>truck and side-on to the stall. </p>)
Free Air + (<p>On the evening before Claire Bolt … <p>On the evening before Claire Boltwood left Minneapolis and adventured into democracy, Milt was in the garage. He wore union overalls that were tan where they were not grease-black; a faded blue cotton shirt; and the crown of a derby, with the rim not too neatly hacked off with a dull toad-stabber jack-knife.</br></p>ed off with a dull toad-stabber jack-knife. </p>)