Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 15: what you’re looking at

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MRS. BOB. BOOK ONE. A Lodge in the Wilderness. CHAPTER I. THE OLD STORY REVERSED. ‘“That settles it—I’m lost!” The speaker sits down upon the stump of a fallen tree and proceeds to light a cigar. His manner does not betray any great emotion—perhaps he fails to fully comprehend just what it means to be lost in these wild western woods, or it may be he never allows himself to get excited over anything, fora man who has spent several years in the stock exchange of Wall street, with some hundreds of fellow men ap- parently insane for the time being around him, can afford to look with contempt upon the small things of life, that arise to bewilder one. ‘‘Tet me see,’’ he says, calmly, puffing away ina thoughtful manner. ‘‘Senator John and I quarreled over the road—each was determined, so we tempo- rarily separated. I wonder where he finds himself just now. Good joke on me—lI passed this very stuimp an GCOMIIGcdooks (c©) im